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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 4: June 23rd, AC 206, 6:43am Sally arrived at Earth Sphere Unified Nations Hospital, or ESUNH, during the early morning hours of June 23rd. She passed through the security checks with ease. Her retinal and hand print scans admitting her into the building. She signed in at the main reception desk and headed to the elevator that would take her to the underground levels that operated as a morgue. It was also where the main artery of PFL, (Preventer's Forensics Laboratories) was located. The medical compound was a state-of-the art facility, about the size of a small city. They recruited the best of the best. Most of their doctors were war veterans and had extensive training in civilian hospitals, military hospitals, and in the fields of combat. Their large spectrum of medical professionals treated everything from minor colds and sprained ankles, to the most complex heart conditions and aggressive cancers. People from all over the world would travel to northern Europe to seek treatment for their various illnesses and injuries. Their cardiovascular and neuro surgeons had waiting lists that were sometimes years long. There was a large children's ward located at the front of the compound that specialized in every childhood ailment imaginable. They had the best physical therapy programs available. The best burn center. Their cancer treatments ranged from a steady ninety two to ninety seven percent survival rate. It was a highly secured facility due to the fact that most of Sanq's current and former aristocrats, as well as high profile ESUN politicians sought treatment at this hospital. Many even traveled as far as the colonies to be seen by ESUNH's doctors. Much of its funding had come from liquidated military compounds, armored trucks, tanks, and other militia vehicles, and the vast array of weapons from automatic rifles to missiles to mobile suits after the fall of OZ, White Fang, and The Romefeller Foundation. Beneath the ground level, security was increased and only top ESUN officials were authorized. The underground levels housed a highly specialized forensics laboratory and a second morgue, separate from the hospital's main one. This morgue was reserved only for those of the highest status and priority, usually assassinated VIP's. The ramped up security was necessary in these cases. The lower levels were under the direct order and control of Preventer's which was subsidized by the ESUN. Any information that came out of those labs was reported to the director and commander of Preventer's, General Lady Une, who then reported any findings to the top ESUN officials. Typically, these cases were classified above Top Secret. Such was this particular case. Security had been so buttoned down that any unauthorized intruders who ventured too close to the crime scenes, or into the underground labs of ESUNH were to be shot on the spot. Gag orders had been implemented and were being enforced by Preventer's, ESUN's global officials, as well as all sovereign nations' local and federal law enforcement. Sally reached the lowest level of the facility and the doors swished open after another hand and retina scan. She walked down the long hallway where the morgue was located, her heart in her throat. Stopping outside the large double doors, she took a deep breath, and swiped her card. The doors to the morgue swung open and she stepped inside. The room was occupied not only by several medical examiners, but also by ESUN's surgeon general who would be supervising the autopsies along with her. The man's name was Heimlich Bensen, a neurosurgeon of German descent. She'd first met him after he became a prestigious member of the Romefeller Foundation and then went on to become the personal physician of OZ's highest commander, Treize Khushrenada. He was also rumored to be one of his top advisers. Bensen had faced a military tribunal after the fall of Libra, but was exonerated of all charges. Sally's eyes narrowed slightly. She'd never liked the man. He was slippery as an eel and his beady eyes shone with something she couldn't quite put her finger on. His presence made her extremely uncomfortable, especially when those beady eyes had shifted in her direction the moment the doors to the morgue opened. He nodded a greeting with a cordial, "Dr. Po." He was polite enough, but behind those eyes, strange things were going on and Sally got the sense that those things were most likely nefarious. Despite that, Dr. Bensen's record had been squeaky clean since his exoneration. Not a speck of dust to be seen. One would almost say it was too clean. That in itself was enough to raise some eyebrows. But Sally was nothing if not professional. She nodded back tersely. Then she turned to take in the five steel gurneys lined up in a row. A body laid out on each one, covered with a sheet. Sally's heart dropped into her stomach. She had yet to see her friends' bodies in person. She took a deep breath and swallowed the lump in her throat. "Let's begin." Two hours later... A break was called. They had been at it nonstop and Sally needed to clear her head. She felt numb both inside and out. Yuy and Maxwell's autopsies were complete and they had just finished Barton's. Sixty percent done now. Their bodies were moved back into the wall mounted freezers until the transports arrived to deliver them to those who would oversee the funeral and burial process. Heero's body was going to Relena. Duo's to Hilde. Trowa's body would be delivered to his sister, Cathy, and Quatre's to his large family of sisters. Since Wufei had no next of kin and his romantic partner was MIA, ESUN would take care of his funeral costs and ceremony. Sally needed a few minutes away from all this death and grief. The grueling monotony of weighing and examining internal organs was draining. Every inch of the Gundam Pilots' bodies were looked over with a fine-toothed comb, checking for anything that might lead them to their killers. Their skin was dusted for hairs and fibers. Their fingernails were examined thoroughly and samples collected for DNA testing. Multiple blood samples were bottled up and also sent for testing. With crimes as physically brutal as these, there was a good chance that at least one perpetrator had come away injured. If so, the evidence would be written across their victims' skin. She passed by Quatre's and Wufei's gurneys, still laid out awaiting their autopsies. She pressed her hand to a blond head, then to the one with black hair. She sighed sadly. So young. Only twenty six years old. They were taken far too soon. Choking on emotion, she fled the room to get a grip on herself. Once outside the doors, she pressed one hand to her abdomen and the other to her mouth. She swallowed down the bile that threatened to wreck havoc on her esophagus. She inhaled deeply and then blew the air out in a harsh breath. Dr. Bensen stepped out of the room a moment later and Sally had to reign back her repulsion again. The man gave her a greasy smile and she fought the urge to back away. He was a short, stout man with balding brown hair. He was partial to plaid shirts, sometimes in godawful color combinations. His belly stuck out between the flaps of his lab coat and hung over his low-slung khaki slacks which were held up by a brown, leather belt. He smelled like cheap cologne. "S'a tough one, isn't it?" He jerked his head in the direction of the morgue. His Berlin accent was thick, his voice grating. "I was told you were friends with them." Sally nodded curtly, not interested in making small talk with this creep. "But you already knew that, didn't you? Are you being obtuse on purpose?" Bensen smiled though it didn't reach those shifty eyes. "I know you don't like me-" "No shit." "- But I think you should give me a chance. I'm not out to get you, or your friends. I'm here to do a job just like you are. I'm representing the Earth Sphere, just as you're representing the Preventer's. We should be working together as a team, not as adversaries." Sally glanced at him. Her lip curled in a sneer. She leaned forward, hissing, "Let me get one thing straight with you. I don't trust you. I have nevertrusted you, and I probably never will. It would take a miracle to make me trust you, that's how much I don't trust you." "Interesting that you would use the word "miracle". You just might be surprised." With that cryptic statement, Bensen turned on his heel and waddled to the doctors' lounge. Sally watched him a moment, suspicious. What the hell did that even mean? She tutted. Weirdo. She headed down the hallway in the opposite direction towards a vending machine filled with cold drinks. Some sugar and caffeine would give her a little pick-me-up. As she walked, a weird sense of vertigo seemed to pass through her. For an instant, her head seemed to separate from her body and float, but the sensation was gone before she'd even registered it. Her equilibrium balanced itself out and she shook her head. That was strange. When it happened again just a few seconds later, the floor beneath her feet seemed to vibrate and the halogen lights overhead flickered. "Now what?"
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