Untitled: Chapter 2
Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2003 4:20 pm
Hey, I’m back! Here’s the next installment. Happy New Year everyone! ~ wingedleona.
About five hours later.
Eeek! Eeek! Eeek!
SLAM!!!
Alejandra’s hand came down on her alarm clock like a drunken hawk
going for the kill. Cursing, she lifted her hand a second time and this time
managed to turn it off. Blearily, she raised her head and stared at the
clock. 7:30 am. “Must have more sleep.”, she groaned loudly, her head
hitting the pillow with a loud thump. Late phone call, Lady Une, shuttle
flight….Lady Une!?!? It all clicked together. “Oh no!”, she cursed. She sat up
in bed, rubbing at her forehead. “Ok, calm down, it’s going to be ok.”, she
thought. She needed a plan; Lady Une wanted information and her
cooperation, but she wasn’t going to get it. Lady Une’s Preventers would
only cause more problems that she didn’t need. They were absolutely
useless to her. She needed to play dumb, but if Lady Une got wind, that
she knew more than she was letting on… Well, she was going to be in
trouble. She had one thing in her advantage. Lady Une knew nothing about
her or her personality, so she could create a personality for herself. Coming
up with an idea, she snatched her glasses off her table and bounded out of
bed. She went into the bathroom and flicked on the light switch. She
frowned at her reflection. She had a lot to do, she decided.
************
She was at her wits end. The Medinan terrorist group. It was entirely
their fault. They were good. They were more than good. They had come
from God knows where after nearly four years of peace. They specialized in
assassinations. Unfortunately their targets were the EUSN officials. No one
was safe. Nothing helped. Bodyguards, cameras, laser activated alarms,
guard dogs, all were useless. Instead of being able to fully investigate the
matter, the Preventors were reduced to playing bodyguard to a bunch of
frightened sheep. Their one demand was the B-22 chip. Nothing was known
about it. She went to her desk and pulled opened her classified drawer. She
reached in and pulled out a file. It was so thin. Two pages. Pathetic.
They couldn’t be infiltrated because their base of operations was unknown.
Trowa Barton was useless there. They had no database, nothing to hack
into. Heero Yuy was ineffective. And because they had no known base of
operations, there was nothing to sabotage. Duo Maxwell was useless there.
So was Quatre Winner’s usefulness too. Their source of funding was
unknown, so he couldn’t feign an interest in supporting them. The only
thing that they could do was to go on the defensive. And they just slipped
through their defenses. Wufei was in charge of fortifying the Preventors
defense, and he was in a rage the last time she saw him. Her best five men
and they were useless to her. Not only that, they were missing. Gone.
Vanished. Poof. Just like that. Everyone except for Quatre that is, and he
was jealously guarded by his 29 sisters, 40 Maganac men, and ten of her
best. She couldn’t afford to lose him. If he went missing it would be a
devastating blow to the economy. He was after all, one of the top ten
richest men alive.
The information on the B-22 chip was a little better. Before Heero
Yuy’s disappearance, he managed to find the owner of it. Alejandra
Carolina Jupiter. She was the heir of the Jupiter Corporation, a big
biotechnology powerhouse. Her two guardians, her twin half-sisters, Victoria
and Nicole Jupiter, managed it. In less than a year, the company would be
turned over to her, if she complied with the regulations laid down in her
father’s will. Those regulations were kept under lock and key. No matter
how much legality she threw at them, no information was forthcoming on
the will or the B-22 chip. Her father Ernest Jupiter designed it. Whatever it
was. Her best assumption was that it was some type of weapon, but its use
and application were even more vague.
Finally, after a lot of wrangling with the Jupiters’ lawyer, she had got a
hold of Miss Jupiter’s phone number and the address of her private estate.
Much to her surprise, she then found out that Miss Jupiter did not live there
often. Furious, she then called Miss Jupiter’s lawyer and finally got a
number. That woman. Just thinking of her made her blood boil. Elizabeth
Purnell was Miss Jupiter’s lawyer and she was the best. Rumor had it, that
she had turned down, several times, large amounts of money and lucrative
offers to go work elsewhere. She didn’t need a team of lawyers to help her.
She worked by herself. She knew the ins and outs of the court and she
used it to her advantage. Throw paperwork at her, and she’d fight fire with
fire, and do the same thing. “I don’t know how she managed to file her
paperwork so quickly. I practically buried her in the stuff. I’m still working
on mine.”, Une thought staring distastefully at the so-called “crap” that was
piled up on her desk..
Finally, she had managed to get Miss Jupiter to come to the L-2
colony. Everything was depending on her safe arrival and so far, things were
going according to plan. As soon as she got her hands on that girl, she’d
squeeze her for all she was worth, until she had gotten every last drop of
information out of her. She’d use that information to get the rest of the
Gundam pilots out of whatever they’d gotten themselves into. And then,
she’d squash the bastards, who tried to destroy the peace that everyone
had sacrificed their lives for. She was angry and tense; she wanted action
now. No one would get in her way. In the end, she would get the
information she wanted. Alejandra. She held the key to the door. She knew
it all.
AN: I finally figured how to double-space it.
I now have an avatar! 
About five hours later.
Eeek! Eeek! Eeek!
SLAM!!!
Alejandra’s hand came down on her alarm clock like a drunken hawk
going for the kill. Cursing, she lifted her hand a second time and this time
managed to turn it off. Blearily, she raised her head and stared at the
clock. 7:30 am. “Must have more sleep.”, she groaned loudly, her head
hitting the pillow with a loud thump. Late phone call, Lady Une, shuttle
flight….Lady Une!?!? It all clicked together. “Oh no!”, she cursed. She sat up
in bed, rubbing at her forehead. “Ok, calm down, it’s going to be ok.”, she
thought. She needed a plan; Lady Une wanted information and her
cooperation, but she wasn’t going to get it. Lady Une’s Preventers would
only cause more problems that she didn’t need. They were absolutely
useless to her. She needed to play dumb, but if Lady Une got wind, that
she knew more than she was letting on… Well, she was going to be in
trouble. She had one thing in her advantage. Lady Une knew nothing about
her or her personality, so she could create a personality for herself. Coming
up with an idea, she snatched her glasses off her table and bounded out of
bed. She went into the bathroom and flicked on the light switch. She
frowned at her reflection. She had a lot to do, she decided.
************
She was at her wits end. The Medinan terrorist group. It was entirely
their fault. They were good. They were more than good. They had come
from God knows where after nearly four years of peace. They specialized in
assassinations. Unfortunately their targets were the EUSN officials. No one
was safe. Nothing helped. Bodyguards, cameras, laser activated alarms,
guard dogs, all were useless. Instead of being able to fully investigate the
matter, the Preventors were reduced to playing bodyguard to a bunch of
frightened sheep. Their one demand was the B-22 chip. Nothing was known
about it. She went to her desk and pulled opened her classified drawer. She
reached in and pulled out a file. It was so thin. Two pages. Pathetic.
They couldn’t be infiltrated because their base of operations was unknown.
Trowa Barton was useless there. They had no database, nothing to hack
into. Heero Yuy was ineffective. And because they had no known base of
operations, there was nothing to sabotage. Duo Maxwell was useless there.
So was Quatre Winner’s usefulness too. Their source of funding was
unknown, so he couldn’t feign an interest in supporting them. The only
thing that they could do was to go on the defensive. And they just slipped
through their defenses. Wufei was in charge of fortifying the Preventors
defense, and he was in a rage the last time she saw him. Her best five men
and they were useless to her. Not only that, they were missing. Gone.
Vanished. Poof. Just like that. Everyone except for Quatre that is, and he
was jealously guarded by his 29 sisters, 40 Maganac men, and ten of her
best. She couldn’t afford to lose him. If he went missing it would be a
devastating blow to the economy. He was after all, one of the top ten
richest men alive.
The information on the B-22 chip was a little better. Before Heero
Yuy’s disappearance, he managed to find the owner of it. Alejandra
Carolina Jupiter. She was the heir of the Jupiter Corporation, a big
biotechnology powerhouse. Her two guardians, her twin half-sisters, Victoria
and Nicole Jupiter, managed it. In less than a year, the company would be
turned over to her, if she complied with the regulations laid down in her
father’s will. Those regulations were kept under lock and key. No matter
how much legality she threw at them, no information was forthcoming on
the will or the B-22 chip. Her father Ernest Jupiter designed it. Whatever it
was. Her best assumption was that it was some type of weapon, but its use
and application were even more vague.
Finally, after a lot of wrangling with the Jupiters’ lawyer, she had got a
hold of Miss Jupiter’s phone number and the address of her private estate.
Much to her surprise, she then found out that Miss Jupiter did not live there
often. Furious, she then called Miss Jupiter’s lawyer and finally got a
number. That woman. Just thinking of her made her blood boil. Elizabeth
Purnell was Miss Jupiter’s lawyer and she was the best. Rumor had it, that
she had turned down, several times, large amounts of money and lucrative
offers to go work elsewhere. She didn’t need a team of lawyers to help her.
She worked by herself. She knew the ins and outs of the court and she
used it to her advantage. Throw paperwork at her, and she’d fight fire with
fire, and do the same thing. “I don’t know how she managed to file her
paperwork so quickly. I practically buried her in the stuff. I’m still working
on mine.”, Une thought staring distastefully at the so-called “crap” that was
piled up on her desk..
Finally, she had managed to get Miss Jupiter to come to the L-2
colony. Everything was depending on her safe arrival and so far, things were
going according to plan. As soon as she got her hands on that girl, she’d
squeeze her for all she was worth, until she had gotten every last drop of
information out of her. She’d use that information to get the rest of the
Gundam pilots out of whatever they’d gotten themselves into. And then,
she’d squash the bastards, who tried to destroy the peace that everyone
had sacrificed their lives for. She was angry and tense; she wanted action
now. No one would get in her way. In the end, she would get the
information she wanted. Alejandra. She held the key to the door. She knew
it all.
AN: I finally figured how to double-space it.
I now have an avatar! 
Anyways i'm glad that I have a faithful following. lol. 