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"Baby Series 2"Written By: Karina
Spoilers: None Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing or the
Characters from the series but the baby is mine. Notes: Challenge 44. Baby Series 2 #108. Takes place approximately 30 minutes after Rumour Has It.
Have You Heard? “I heard it was Baron Hest and he was shot in the back in the rest room. Blood everywhere.” “Really? He looks to be rather a sprightly corpse to me.” Trowa did not so much as twitch an eyebrow as Baron Jerome Hest moved past the whispering group of men. The investigators were steadily making headway through the guests, the interviewing officers working as quickly as possible matching names to the faces on the security footage. Questions such as who was where at a certain time, who did you see near you, who did you speak to and the admonition not to consider leaving New Port City until further notice and the individual was permitted to leave. //Not that any of them would consider leaving Sanc with the courtship barely begun.// “Ah, the Silent One.” Dorothy slipped into the shadow offered by the floral arrangement and neatly plopped her backside on the antique chair beside Trowa. “Have you heard the one where I knifed Lady Rowena in the library or perhaps the one where I snuck up on Lady Richenda, the bitch, and hung her with her own hair?” “Neither. I did hear you poisoned Lady Richenda to further your own claim on the king.” “Ah, that one. It was the ring, yes? The secret compartment filled with arsenic. I heard that one half an hour ago. I was rather hoping for something more exotic. They lack the imagination to get a nice juicy rumour circulating.” “Perhaps the hour is at fault.” “Hardly. Most of this crowd would not consider retiring for the night until three or four in the morning as a general rule. I did hear one whisper you might want to nip in the bud before it grows. It appears Mr. Milliardo might have grown tired of a number of gentlemen and has marked them for removal. Lord Richard was merely the first and his intelligence service is taking on the task of completing the list.” Trowa blinked, absorbing the implications and inclined his head, acknowledging the warning. “Who are you working for, Dorothy?” Blue eyes sparkled merrily and she stood gracefully, waving merrily to a cluster of whispering matrons whose daughters were contenders for the hand of the king. “Why Mr. Barton, what makes you think I am working for anyone other than myself?” He watched her slip into the crowd with narrowed emerald eyes. Catalonia was dangerous and if he had not known exactly where she was at the estimated time of the death he might have wondered if she had not performed the kill herself. Of course, she still might have ordered the hit. “Did you catch that, Hunter?” “Yes. I will see about squashing the speculation before it begins to gain ground. Keep an eye on Duchess Catalonia. I would not put it past her to start some wild speculation simply for amusement.” //I’m becoming as bad as any gossiping granny.// End
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