This is the weirdest G Wing story I can come up with and it's quite interesting (from my POV)…e-mail me if you like it… Once again, I no own Gundam Win, k? (Disclaimers suck!)
Chapter One: QUEST FOR JUSTICE
Written by: Mainime
"Okay, we're dealing with a suicidal maniac here, people. He's crazy, but he ain't stupid. He's bombed up more buildings than my fingers can count and he's still not satisfied. We have got to do something. We're NYPD for crying out loud!"
It was a hot day in New York City and the NYPD elite force was holding a meeting in the Captain's office.
The captain was a man in his late twenties with long, platinum blond hair and icy blue eyes that meant business. Beside him was his Special Forces partner, Lucrezia Noin, a woman with short ebony hair and commanding cobalt-blue eyes.
He had called the meeting after receiving a distress call from the manager of the newest World Trade Center.
He and his officers were having a hard time trying to figure out what to do when one of the policemen, a Chinese youth in his teens interrupted. He was fairly new to the department, having been transferred from Hong Kong.
"Who is this bomber, Captain? Is there a ransom he demands?"
"Special Agent Chang Wufei, I will answer the first question. This bomber is someone I am certain you all know. He isn't new in this kind of thing and he's never been caught once. Not a newbie, I can assure you. It's that terrorist, Heero Yuy. And no, he does not demand any ransom. Seems that he gets a kick out of his job."
Enforcer Trowa whooshed out a breath of air. "You're right. We all KNOW him. TOO WELL, I must add. He's been in and out of the country, bombing important buildings and destroying millions of dollars worth of property."
Lieutenant Treize looked very worried. "Captain Zechs, doesn't he have a weakness of some sort?"
A woman with strawberry-blond hair tied in two braids nodded. "Officers Cathrine and Dorothy are working on it, aren't you girls?"
A girl with long blond hair and weird-shaped eyebrows stood up. "Actually, Sergeant Sally, we already found out his weakness. But this is might come as a shock to the Captain and the others, here."
Zechs furrowed his brows. "I'm waiting to hear it. Tell us."
"Uh…well…he…uh…seems to have a THING for…ahem…sandy-brown hair and blue-green eyes," Officer Quatre remarked.
All eyes and ears shifted to the Interrogation Room where Detective Relena was busy, bombarding her latest catch with questions. Unfortunately, the man didn't answer a thing, disbelieving in her capability to blow off steam.
"Alright, Murray. I'm asking you NICELY now. Who's behind this drug-dealing scam?" her voice slowly turning to ice.
"In a pig's eye, bitch! Why in hell's name would I tell a little girl like you?" the man sneered.
The detective closed her eyes and whooshed out another breath. This man was definitely not cooperating. Time for desperate measures.
She strode over to the corner table and picked up her gun. Walking back to the stubborn man, she stood directly above him and aimed the gun in between his thighs.
"If you don't TELL me anything this minute, I'll SHOOT your BALLS off, Murray."
Murray snorted. "Oh yeah? PROVE IT!"
BANG!
Murray's eyes were shut tight in fear and he waited for the searing pain that should have followed through. Instead, the smell of burning wood permeated the air. He opened his eyes and looked down.
There was a small hole punctured on the chair, just inches away from his…(A.N: I'm not very good with details. Just imagine the guy sitting on the chair with his legs spread.)
"Murray, if I had fired SOONER, that would have been the END of your pro-creation days. Now, I want you to tell me EVERYTHING and don't hold back because I'm extremely PISSED and people like you can drive me APESHIT," the young woman glared.
Everyone in Zechs' office gulped and looked away. The detective was definitely someone not to mess with, just like her brother.
Zechs frowned slightly. "Don't tell me that we have to convince my SISTER to be the BAIT! Convincing her can be hell. She doesn't approve of things like this."
Special Forces Leader Lady Une sighed. "We don't have much choice. It seems that Heero Yuy has developed some kind of pattern now. His hostages all have the same physical attributes. Aside from that, he hasn't done any inter-state bombing for the last couple of months. It seems that the city holds something of importance to him."
Enforcer Duo, the loudest of them all, snorted. "Well, either that, or he's just plain weird. I wonder how the detective will react to that. When she does know about our plan, there will be hell to pay. And I'll dig a hole and bury myself before she does. I wanna live long enough to get hitched, guys."
Everyone in the office tried to picture the detective once she knew about this. They gulped again. It was not something to look forward to. She used to be a sweet girl of fifteen, but after she graduated from college and got a job, she had become a hot-tempered woman with an iron will.
"Alright, let's just get back to what we are supposed to do," Lucrezia said, sitting down near a window.
Lieutenant Treize massaged the bridge of his nose and replied, "The worst thing he just did, recently, was bomb the Empire State Building. If he gets close to the Statue of Liberty, I swear I'll $@#*&^+`!"
Officer Hilde waved him off. "We'll get to him before he does that, Lieutenant. I've been trying to brush up the other squad members."
Cathrine closed the file cabinet and strode over to the group. "Well, in the meantime, what should we do?"
Zechs sighed. "I believe it's time to let my little sister in on the plan. Just brace yourselves."
And everyone did just that.
MINUTES LATER…
"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!" Relena's indignant scream exploded throughout the office.
"Relena, I know you don't like it but ~"
"YOU CAN BET YOUR SHIT ON THAT! I DON'T LIKE YOUR PLAN ONE BIT!"
"But this is the best plan we can come up with," Zechs tried to reason, but to no avail. His sister was not taking to it very well.
The young woman and her brother were facing off again and the office seemed to erupt with their arguments. Some tried to look in the office and they saw a play of emotions on the siblings' faces. The older one's eyes were pleading, beseeching. The other's was on fire, acid written all over her once lovely face.
"But, Relena, You're the only one fit enough for this role," Zechs replied again.
"Why can't you get another girl to do that, Zechs?!" Relena demanded, aquamarine eyes turning into an angry gray.
"Well, how many girls have aquamarine eyes and sandy-brown hair?"
"About a million other girls in two states alone! That's it! I'm leaving!" She started to stalk out of the room to work on the mug shots when Zechs grabbed her leg, making her drag him across the office.
"But- b-but you can't just leave!?"
"LIKE HELL I CAN'T! LEGGO MY LEG!"
"Please? Pleeeeeeeease?"
*scrape* *scrape*
"No! Nonononononono!"
"Pleeeeeeeaaaaassssse?"
*scrape* *thud* *scrape* *thud*
Relena took one look at her brother and grew sweat drops. His wheedling was getting on her nerves and aside from that, everyone in the office was giving them unusual looks.
"Alright, alright already," she grumbled, prying off her brother. "But you owe me BIG TIME!" she added.
