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"Baby Series 4"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 + Pagan + Duo Notes: Challenge 236. Baby Series 4 #160. Takes
place approximately 9 hours following Be Patient. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing this fic.
What We Do Best "The projected scenarios concur that the exterior
conditions should be no lower than –20 degrees Celsius inclusive
of wind chill. Additionally the wind needs to be below 25km/h given
the projected level of potentially air born debris." "How many scenario's offer time frames that roughly
align for those conditions to be met?" Milliardo considered the
folder opened before him. Pagan rose from his seat across from the King and moved
to the fireplace, staring into the flames before bending to toss wood
onto the flames. Duo stood at the King's right hand, reading over
the man's shoulder and seeming to ignore the other people in attendance
of the meeting. "Of the ten scenario's considered to be the most
plausible, only two give a time frame that mirrors each other to within
a four hour period." "And how 'plausible' would you consider the projected
events to be for these projections?" Duo almost felt like commenting on the amount of crickets
he could hear chirping in the silence that followed. It would appear
that no one was willing to be that forthcoming. It was an unprecedented
situation. All of their original scenario's for the strength and duration
of the storm had been blown out of existence and still the damnable
thing raged. Their latest comments led him to believe the storm had
stalled and no one was game to suggest when it would pass. Already
they had lived with it for three days. "I see. Well, we shall simply have to be patient
and revise each scenario as the Met data is received. Hopefully we
will still have working equipment when it blows itself out to tolerable
levels. I take it our largest problem is the mountains? Well, there
is no way we can shift them, so it appears that we're stuck, gentlemen
and ladies. I suggest we all count our blessings that we had sufficient
warning to get out of its way. Dinner?" There was a round of murmured agreement and Milliardo
motioned to the door, dismissing the group. Duo lingered and he noted
Pagan remained by the hearth. Milliardo stretched slowly as the door
closed behind the last of his core group before he rose from the desk
and joined Pagan near the fire. "It could be worse." Duo shrugged, silently agreeing though he really, really
wanted out from this gilded prison. He needed to feel the wind on
his face; but having the wind strip the flesh from his bones was not
particularly high on his agenda. He would have to grit his teeth and
bear it... Like everyone else. Pagan sighed and poured a snifter of brandy for the
king and looked to Duo, silently asking for his preference. After
a moment of consideration, the former gundam pilot opted for a neat
Scotch. "Sanc has suffered from this phenomena in the past...
No doubt it will do so in the future. We will survive." Milliardo smiled slightly. "That is what we do
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