The Preventer Operatives
By: Lord Archive
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"Greetings, Mr. Montry," Lady Une said politely and kept a passive look
upon her face. She rather hated how paranoid this newly elected world
leader was. The last one was content with her doing her job, but he
wanted to know who the Preventers truly are. He shouldn't know for the
ability to claim ignorance of thier activities if something went wrong
or for the security of the operatives themselves, but he hadn't agreed
with her. He wanted to meet all of the Preventers and either she would
show him, or her replacement would.
"Now Ms. Une, I'm well aware of your duties as a Preventer organization
is to put out the flames of war before they start, but I was quite
surprised to see the budget for your organization," Montry said in a
business-like manner. His thin features shown well despite the attempts
to have his polished suit make him look bigger.
"And what is so surprising about it?" Lady Une questioned.
"For one thing, your personnel expenses versus your equipment costs seem
to be off. You spend an exorbitant amount on equipping your men, but
very little on the manpower to use it," Mr. Montry explained.
"Having the best operatives means nothing if you don't give them the
best equipment," chirped a guy from the side of the room.
"Be quiet, Operative Death," Lady Une said firmly and then ignored him.
"However, Montry, he did explain the point. Our operatives are the best
of the best, proven time and time again before joining our
organization."
"I can understand that, but your costs in personnel suggest you employ
only a handful of people," Mr. Montry stated.
"We do only employ a handful of people. Besides myself and nine
operatives, there are only fifty-two other employees to handle the
paperwork and press," Lady Une explained.
"Only nine operatives?" Mr. Montry blinked. "That's ridiculous. How
could you protect this entire solar system from erupting into war with
that few people. It's impossible."
"Nothing's impossible," Death corrected. "It just makes the job longer
to accomplish."
Lady Une scowled. "More to the point is that we employ our operatives in
key positions. They are best able to do their job because of where they
are."
Mr. Montry raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean by that?"
Lady Une waved toward the annoying operative. "Take Death for example.
His civilian job is a junk dealer."
"I call it, 'Used Parts Dealer,'" Death defended.
Lady Une questioned why she let even him in on this meeting. "Anyway,
between him and two other operatives, he is able to infiltrate and
discover any illegal smuggling better than any ten law enforcement
agencies combined you could possible send to that task. As a 'used parts
dealer,' his presence at a dock is rarely questioned and he can break
any security system to check the cargo."
"What can I say? Stealth is my middle name," Death praised himself.
"You? Stealth?" Mr. Montry questioned. This boy didn't look like he
could stay quiet for five mintues.
"That IS his expertise," Lady Une confirmed. "It's only when dealing
with him personally that you can't get him to shut up."
"Hey!" Death shouted indignantly.
"Oh, just be quiet for once," growled a blond-ish brown haired woman
from the side of the room.
"Or what, Sally? You gonna sick Wufie on me?" Death retorted.
The black-haired Chinese young man next to her had a barely noticeable
eye twitch.
"Don't tempt me," Sally threatened.
Lady Une wanted to scream. "This is not the time for that," she shot at
her operatives before bowing slightly to Montry. "I'm sorry for their
actions, but while they are a bit unorthodox at times-- they always get
the job done."
Mr. Montry waved at Death and asked, "And how long has that
unprofessional boy been an operative?"
"Five years of chills, thrills, and headache pills," Death answered.
Mr. Montry stared at the young man. "And just how old are you?"
"Twenty-two and the father of two." Death smiled brightly.
"You've been a Preventer since you were seventeen?" Mr. Montry
questioned in shock.
"Officially, anyway," Lady Une remarked. "He assisted us many times
during the previous year, especially during the One Day War."
"As what? A Gundam pilot?" Mr. Montry scoffed.
"Give the man a cigar!" Death chirped.
"What?!" Mr. Montry shouted.
"Operative Death, a.k.a. Duo Maxwell was one of the five original Gundam
pilots. All five of them are operatives of our organization," Lady Une
explained.
"All right, who are your other operatives and where are they stationed?"
Mr. Montry asked, while massaging his forehead.
"Operatives Wind and Fire are on Mars helping with colonization there
and making sure that they don't fracture from our government and set up
their own armies," Lady Une explained.
"Not to mention help populate it," Duo added.
Sally looked askance. "How can you say that?"
"Easy. Noin's pregnant AGAIN," Duo returned.
Lady Une raised an eyebrow. "They should inform me about that."
"That'll be her third child," Sally shook her head, a little jealous.
"Fourth," Duo corrected. "Zechs gave her twins the last time around."
"Zechs Merquise? The Lightning Count?" Mr. Montry questioned.
Lady Une nodded. "Yes. Anyway, moving on to Operative War. He's a master
of hacking computer files, infiltration, assassination, solo battle
field tactics, and, of course, mobile suit pilot. He was the main pilot
of the infamous Wing Gundam.
"You probably have already met him, Mr. Montry. As an additional job for
him, he guards Relena Peacecraft," Lady Une described.
"Of course, he'd protect her even without being a Preventer," Duo
commented.
"And who is this Operative War?" Mr. Montry asked.
Lady Une pressed a button on her desk. "As a Gundam pilot he was known
as Heero Yuy, but he's currently known as Shinta Peacecraft."
Mr. Montry stared at her in shock. "Excuse me? You're saying that pencil
neck geek is Operative WAR! That wuss who doesn't look like he can fight
his way out of a paper bag. That the Gundam pilot who killed
God-knows-how-many people is married to the woman who helped create a
world pacifistic state?"
"Geek? Wuss?" Duo fell to the ground laughing. The girls couldn't help
but laugh as well.
Even Wufie gave out a good hearty laugh that seemed to shock the others.
"Heero is the strongest person I know."
"What's so funny?" echoed in the room.
Everyone turned to the monitor on one side of the room where Shinta,
a.k.a. Heero, glared into the room through bifocal glass lenses.
Lady Une composed herself. "War, I called you to introduce you to Mr.
Montry."
Shinta scowled. "We've already met."
"Yo, Heero, he called you a wuss and a geek." Duo waved toward the
planetary ruler.
"So? That just means my cover works well, does it not?" Shinta asked
with a slight shrug.
Lady Une smiled. "So it does."
The monitor showed a pair of arms drape over Shinta's shoulders and
Relena leaned in enough to be viewed by the camera.
"Hello, Mr. Montry," Relena greeted. "I can understand your shock over
finding out about the operatives. They may seem rough around the edges,
but when it comes to doing the job-- no one does it better than them."
Relena then looked over at Duo and said, "Hilde called looking for you
and left this message: 'Call home soon or you'll be sleeping on the
couch.'"
Duo nervously pulled at his collar. "Sure thing. Right after this
meeting."
"Now if you'll excuse us." Relena reached over and turned off the
monitor.
"You didn't contact Operative Night after your last mission?" Lady Une
asked in an annoyed tone.
Duo shrugged. "Didn't get around to doing that."
"Idiot," Sally muttered.
Lady Une sighed. "Our main two field operatives are Water and Famine."
She gestured to the blond and Wufie. "Famine is an expert warrior and
one of the Gundam pilots. Water specializes in military tactics."
"And keeping Wufie from going overboard," Duo quipped.
"I wish Night was here to keep you in line," Lady Une muttered under her
breath, before continuing. "Operative Night aids Death in most of his
operations of breaking into smuggling rings."
Duo smiled. "Yep! Never know when a little sex appeal is needed to get
past a few bored guards."
Sally had too much and slapped Duo.
"Ow." Duo rubbed his head. "Only Heero and Hilde can smack me."
Lady Une cleared her throat and pressed a button. "Operative Pestilence
is a master of full scale battle tactics, mobile suit piloting and is
responsible for tracking irregularities in shipping that might indicate
smuggling of military hardware."
A light blond haired man appeared on the monitor. "Operative Pestilence
reporting," he said.
"Quatre Raberba Winner?" Mr. Montry questioned.
Quatre bowed. "Greetings, Mr. Montry. I wish you good luck."
"Yo." Duo waved.
Lady Une smiled. "As you can see, Operative Pestilence has access to
shipping information on many colonies and of many commercial shuttles."
"Of course, he would. He OWNS them." Mr. Montry shook his head. "And you
were a Gundam pilot?"
Quatre nodded. "I was. I did as I needed for my colonies, and it was
thanks to my father that Sandrock was even built."
"Why are you named Pestilence? It doesn't make sense," Mr. Montry
commented.
"You've never seen him fight," Duo chirped.
Lady Une smirked. "Yes, I gave him that title for how he fought as a
Gundam pilot. He didn't just fight by himself, he brought a personal
army of dozens of high grade mobile suits as well. An army that is still
under his command."
Quatre laughed nervously. "They refused to give up their ability for
self-defense and aren't a numerical threat."
Lady Une nodded. "True enough. They wouldn't stand up to the other four
horsemen if it came to a fight."
Quatre reluctantly nodded in agreement.
"That will be all, Pestilence," Lady Une said ending the transmission
and then pressed another button.
"The fifth and final horsemen is the final Gundam pilot. His ability at
infiltration and espionage surpasses even all of our other operatives as
he looks like a perfectly average individual and his passive approach to
social communications," Lady Une said.
"Yeah, he's got a poker face that cleans me out every time I play," Duo
sulked. "Even stone-faced Wufei gives SOME indication of having a bad
hand by a slight twitch on his lip. You don't get that from Trowa."
"What's with this 'fifth horsemen?'" Montry asked. "Legend says there
are only four."
"Changing times, man," Duo 'explained.'
"I'm aware of an old Earth joke that names a fifth horsemen, one that I
feel is more evil than the other four," Lady Une explained.
"Operative Telemarketing here," came from the monitor which showed a
young man in a clown's outfit, his face half covered by a porclean
smiling clown mask.
Mr. Montry shook his head. "Yes, truly evil. Now why is he dressed as a
clown?"
"It's my day job," Trowa replied.
"How else to better to get into towns where an army is forming than with
a circus? And once there, he can blend into the troops and be
indistinguishable from normal soldiers," Lady Une explained.
"Except no normal soldier is as good a fighter as he is," Duo added.
Lady Une sighed. "As you can see, while we are few in number-- our
placement and skill exceed that of any organization much larger. Now if
our budget was bigger, we could include more personnel to better watch
Earth and the colonies, as well as being more of a public face for our
organization if the need arises. We can save that discussion for another
time if you wish. One that'll be just me attending from the Preventers."
Mr. Montry stood up and nodded. "Yes. I would like to have some case
files to look over before then."
Lady Une nodded. "Certainly, sir."
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Author's notes:
Apologies to the Five Horsemen of the Apocalypse Production, the
fan-parody team that came out of Otaku No Anime at Grand Valley State
University. However, I had to use their name for the fifth horsemen and
make this fict.
Lord Archive, a.k.a. Jesus, Crazy Dave, 001010011010, Addiction- the
Footman of the Apocalypse.
If you've seen Caffe Latte Crisis, then you've heard my dull voice and
seen my bearded persona (if you watched the credits).