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"Baby Series 3"Written By: Karina Rating: PG Spoilers: None Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing or the Characters from the series but the baby is mine. Pairing: Milliardo Notes: Challenge 130. Baby Series 3 #160. Takes place at just after Unseen Allies. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
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Dark Ages State He would not return the way he had come. While he did not expect his pursuers to take the easy way out, he did expect them to take some time and think about what he might do. In the early stages of the Run speed was his only advantage. A point would come where he had to forego speed and run by his wiles if he hoped to elude them. Maxwell excelled in stealth and old habits died hard. He would resort to sneaking, to using the back halls, secret passages and treading lightly. He might even use his charm to extricate information out of the staff, even Security, who would be under Pagan’s orders to keep his location a secret. Pagan. That wily old rooster might even have suggested Security generalise to any questions asked on his position. Maxwell had the gift of the gab and if anyone could trick information out of anyone it would be him. Chang… well, to be honest Milliardo did not know exactly what Wu Fei might be inclined to do in this situation. His sense of honour would see him use more open and aboveboard methods than Maxwell; if he questioned the staff he would do so in a straightforward manner. Milliardo decided he was not too sure Chang would know how to cajole information out of someone without poking the business end of a revolver up their nostrils. A snicker escaped the King and he noted the guard at the end of the hallway. The man snapped to attention on seeing him emerge from the gloom shadowing the hallway. Pools of dim light served to darken the long hallway and allow someone silent of foot to make the best use of the shadows and be relatively invisible. Pagan was far from happy with the need to dimly light the palace at night in the interests of saving money the country did not have. Truth to tell the halls of this modern palace constructed some twenty years ago, were no better lighted than the medieval castle lying in ruins would have been during the days immediately following its construction. The only difference was that the modern lights shed stable light in place of the flickering flames of torches and candles. If he could scrape together the financing and the skilled personnel to get the new power station up and running to full capacity, then Sanc need no longer fear the foibles of the world economy. Dark ages state. He knew that was how certain countries saw the tiny kingdom. A useless, left over relic of the past. If they had their way Sanc would be swallowed up and become just another part of the ESUN. If they had their way. Blue eyes narrowed with defiance and he grinned a feral grin which had the guard backing up a step. No one said they had to lie down, roll over and beg. “You have something for me from Pagan?” “Sir! Yes, Sir!”
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