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"Sensus Divinitatis"Written By: The Plotting Housewife Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Bandai, Sotsu
and associated Parties. This work is written for pleasure not profit. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Alternate Universe - Supernatural Elements,
Ghosts, Demons, Apocalypse, Major character death, blood, gore, violence Pairings: 1x2, 3x4, 5x6 Summary: It begins with a prophecy and ends with
Judgement Day. What happens in between will determine the fate of
the human race. The murders of the Gundam Pilots was only the catalyst.
The beginning of the end. " Sensus Divinitatis" Chapter 1: June 23rd, AC 206, 3:31amPreventers' Headquarters had been in a continuous flurry since the first call came in. They were going after this with everything they had. The former Gundam Pilots may not have been official Preventers, but they'd worked alongside the organization on many occasions. Whoever did this, had killed their own. It was personal. They were coordinating with the numerous Preventers' precincts located all over the world and scattered throughout the colonies. Local, regional, and international law enforcement were also involved in the investigation. General Une's team at Headquarters were given status reports, updated on any new information, every hour, like clockwork. APB's had gone out all over the place, spreading like a virus. Leads traveled with lightning speed between secured channels, orders to follow up on new ones going back and forth every few seconds. Une, herself, running on adrenaline and less than twenty minutes sleep, was barking those orders nonstop. She demanded status updates every fifteen minutes, and threatened anyone who crossed her path with anything that wasn't pertinent to the investigation, or the manhunt that was currently underway since the bodies were discovered. Murdered, in their homes, in cold blood. The former Gundam Pilots had been tortured and killed so brutally, investigators surmised that whoever did it, harbored a terrible grievance. Sitting at her desk, she rubbed her eyes, and skimmed the reports again. Gundam Pilot 01, Heero Yuy, age twenty six, slashed to death in the home he shared with former co-pilot Duo Maxwell. His body had been found on the kitchen floor. The remnants of a shattered mug laid in pieces around him. Spilled tea mixed with the puddles and rivulets of blood that soaked through the wooden floor boards. His body was covered in so many deep cuts, they penetrated his skin and sliced through muscle and tendons where glimpses of bone could be seen. It was impossible to tell where they started and where they ended. The final cut was made across his throat, nearly decapitating him. He'd been found lying on his side. The murder weapon was a machete. It was placed next to his body, lying ominously in a large pool of congealed blood. Gundam Pilot 02, Duo Maxwell, age twenty six, was found slumped near the front door. A thin chain made from the strongest gundanium metal was wrapped around his neck, the skin of which was torn and bloody from the intense pressure and from Maxwell's struggling. His face was puffed and blotched purple. His colorless eyes bulged out from their sockets, sunbursts of red dotted the sclera. His long braid had been laid across his face, partly stuffed into his open mouth. His palms were scratched and scraped, likely from Maxwell digging his nails into the skin while he fought for precious oxygen. Gundam Pilot 03, Trowa Barton, age twenty seven, bludgeoned to death. The attacker apparently snuck up on him after he came home from work. He never knew what hit him, having lost consciousness from the first blow. He'd been struck over a dozen times. The floor beneath his body was covered in blood, the walls splattered with it. The blows were so forceful, they'd shattered his skull. The weapon, a crowbar, was laid across his back. Gundam Pilot 04, Quatre Raberba Winner, age twenty six, was found in his bed with a total of thirty seven stab wounds. Investigators speculated that he'd already been killed before Barton returned home. Blood coated the walls, the headboard, the nightstands, and soaked through the bedding. The pillows, sheets, blankets, and mattress were torn to shreds, down feathers scattered everywhere. A large butcher knife, covered in blood, was carefully laid on the table beside the bed. Gundam Pilot 05, Chang Wufei, age twenty six, was discovered pinned to a wall of his home by his beloved collection swords and katanas. He was found upright, hanging by the blades that had been thrust through his shoulders and penetrated the wall behind him. Additional blades had been driven through his torso and legs. A final one stuck out from the center of his forehead. His off and on lover, Zechs Merquise, was nowhere to be found. Their times of death were placed between the hours of seven and nine in the evening on the night of June 21st, AC 206. Given the distance between the homes of the victims, it was determined that there must have been more than one killer. Rather, multiple individuals were responsible for these crimes. A global-wide security crisis was declared and terrorism task forces deployed. Leads were flowing in so often and so fast, they were having difficulty keeping up. Une was sending rotating shifts in constant streams of both high-ranking officers, and lowly grunts alike to follow up on those leads, but they were going nowhere. Une was quickly losing control of her patience. She'd already issued a global-wide gag order to keep the media away as long as possible. The request was personally approved by the Prime Minister of Earth Sphere Unified Nations less than an hour ago. Sally Po, who'd been off shift when news of the murders broke, came in to help and she'd been there ever since. She chugged one coffee and energy drink after another in an attempt to keep sleep at bay. When she couldn't stave off exhaustion any longer, she dozed at her desk in short intervals, much like Une had been doing. The Preventers surrounded the homes of the murdered Gundam Pilots and the crime scenes were locked down tight. Nothing could get in, or out without Une's say so. She'd sent her best and brightest to comb the victims' homes and the surrounding areas centimeter by centimeter, to be sure absolutely nothing slipped through the cracks. Neighboring homes were being searched and the residents thoroughly questioned. Wooded areas were scouted for any possible evidence. Everything down to the smallest fibers were bagged up to be taken to Preventers' crime labs to be examined by their best experts. The bodies of the pilots had been removed from the homes once clearance was given and taken by secure transport to a military protected medical facility where autopsies would be conducted and evidence would be collated. The large hospital complex was surrounded by tall , electrified, barbed wire fences and monitored by state-of-the-art security systems. Armored guards stood at their posts, both in and outside the building, preventing any unauthorized persons from entering the complex. They stood, silent and still, their automatic weapons in their hands, barrels pointed at the ground. Une rubbed away a developing headache in her temples as she had her assistant pull up the names and contact information for the pilots' next of kins. She prayed to a god she didn't believe in that the families could be notified before the media clamped their exploitative jaws around this quagmire.
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