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Gundam Wing CL: AC 205

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Original GWing Storyline, now AC 202.

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Ryand-Smith on Mon Apr 23, 2007 4:34 pm

OOC: Spliting due to BB Code problems

A massive burst could be heard, if one could hear sound in space, of a atomic rocket. The ship speed from MO-V, as its boost from the mass driver sent it towards L-1. Inside however, was a team of 5 crew, 20 diplomats, 3 mobile suit pilots, and three Geminass class gundams were heading towards the colony. The cheif Diplomat, Sir Willam Noland, was pacing around his desk

"Great, command wants us to keep the Larange colonies from destroying earth, but how will we do it. We will take a week to arrive with the drive, but we won't make it in time.."

An older woman walked up to the man, and gently taped his cheek "Its ok honey, really, We'll stop the Children of Earth from hurting Gaea, you know this.."

William looked back "You know Euthalia, you keep me from going crazy these days.."

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Nightmare on Mon Apr 23, 2007 5:54 pm

As Loki watched the suits land bullets started flying by through the air at what appeared to be the main ship. He yurned and rushed back inside as he slammed the door and locked it, he went up to a small window and saw the main ship burst in flames as people came flying out of it.

""What the hell is going on?""
Loki said to himself as he backed away from the window. He could hear various shots of command to fire at the enemies and fire at the ship. Bullets came flying through the walls and several cut Loki on the right shoulder and left thigh. He did his best to roll away from the walls and he hit his desk with the back of his head, knocking the remote to the floor.

He picked up the remote and turned on the tv as he sat there clenching his shoulder and thigh. He turned the volume up as he made his way to the bathroom where he kept medical equiptment. He put medicine on his wounds and as he started wrapping them he heard a voice come on the television.

"" People of Earth, your military leaders have betrayed your will for peace. At 12:01 PM in Washington D.C, General Sin, General Marshal, General Prescott, General Chamberlin, and their escort of 12 bodyguards were assassinated while leaving their ship headed to the diplomacy meeting for peace between Earth and the Colonies. This attack was made by a clear military mobile weapons force and even worse yet, a force led by a Gundam. The fact that a Gundam even exists on Earth shows a clear violation of the peace treaty made three years ago. Even more sickening than this betrayal is that no aid has been offered by Earth to resolve this perilous situation or to defend our representatives. This lack of care for peace only shows how prevalent the barbaric nature of Earthlings has become. It is evident that Earth chooses war, and the Colonies will respond with the eradication of all of Earth's populace to make room for a more civilized man. But fear not, your memory will not be lost in this cleansing. You can take solace in knowing that you have fostered the birth of a new generation of man superior to your own. Farewell Earthlings. ""

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Midnight on Tue Apr 24, 2007 5:07 pm

Matt ran up beside James and Lina giving a little relaxed salute smiling.

"Second Lieutenant Matt Night reporting for duty. Just let me know what I can do."

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Azmodai2 on Wed Apr 25, 2007 1:19 am

OOC: I apologize this is an OOC only post but it is necessary for certain aspects of the RP. I need someone to take command of the Lake Victoria base for some period of time and to preestablish it's capabilities in a fair and balanced way. Thanks.

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"Ok, well four people then. Still, that's not going to be enough. How long do you think it'll take now James?"

James shrugged and closed his eyes, thinking for a few seconds.

"Hell, not much shorter. Maybe one month, if we work round the clock. But that would involve almost twenty four hours days, canceling all the work we've got planned. You know, all the repair jobs, shipments that we're supposed to send or receive."

"Well, we can't have that. One, it's bad for business. If we do all that, chances are clients aren't likely to come back. And two, I think it'll seem a little suspicious if as soon as news gets out about war, that works stops at a repair shop owned and operated by a former Gundam pilot. Hell, chances are they're going to come here and give us a check out anyways. So what we'll do for now is simply this. Nothing. We'll continue on as per usual. The only think is I want you two to go out and check the parts and connections, see exactly how much work is going to need to be done."

James and Lina nodded. Then packed up all the blueprints and paper work regarding the Hyperion and plans and put them back in the safe before heading out to check the parts, leaving Val and Matt alone in the hanger. Val signed and walked over to a fridge that sat on the far side in a little makeshift kitchen area. Pulling it open he grabbed a beer bottle, popped the cap off and drained half the bottle in one gulp.

"Well, what are you going to do Matt? We can't act right now or well be cut short for sure. But for the time I do have one thing to ask you. Do you have any people that you completely trust? Everyone else I've got under me are just part timers and delivery people. And I don't think it'd be a good idea to get them involved in something like this, For their sake or our own."

Val finished off the beer and sat down at the kitchen table that had been constructed out of plywood for the table top and three only wire reels for table legs.

"Why? Why does this have to keep happening? No matter how much work we do, it’s all for nothing. Someone always come along and screws it all up. So is there any point to even doing all of this? Even if we do obtain peace again, won’t someone else just come along that wishes to change things? So what’s the point? Why do we keep fighting?"

It was obvious that Val didn’t expect an answer to any of these questions. He stopped and let out a heavy sign, then squeezed tightly on the bottle that was still in his hand, shattering it.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Midnight on Wed Apr 25, 2007 5:45 pm

Matt sat on the opposite side of Val looking at him thinking.
"Not really since I joined the war so young I lost touch with all my friends on earth. And even during the war everyone older then me just looked at me like a little kid. You remember that don't you? Pain in the but to work when nobody thinks you know what your doing."
Matt leaned back looking up at the high ceiling.
"You know a guy once said, "If you want something bad enough you have to fight for it. Because nothing is thrust upon you." Like Hyperion here. If you would have just gotten a mobile suit like me it would probley be a serpent or a tauras at the most. I think I will put my shop on vacation till we get this thing up and running. Since most of my customers are small time stuff. But I'll need a place to stay if I do that because I won't beable to show up there till I'm ready to reopen. Since I was a formar pilot for the Defenders as well. If anything I could help you guys with your work to so that you don't lose business."
Matt looked back at Val waiting to see what he would say.

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"None of the crew may have seen it, but the pilots did. We all knew you knew what you were doing. We just never had the chance to say thank you. We wouldn't have stood a chance if it were for mechanics like you."

Val looked down to his hand, which was bleeding from several small cuts the glass made.

"And if I had just gotten a normal Mobile Suit I would have been dead years ago. The Hyperion kept me alive, even past the point where my skill would have gotten me killed. But I'm not so sure that me surviving was a good thing. If there was no one left that knew how to fight, there'd at least be one generation of peace while new warriors were trained."

Val gave a quick look around the hanger.

"We've got plenty of space and spare rooms here. I'll have Takimi make up one for you. In the mean time, you'd better go and get your shop closed up and whatever else you need to do. I've got some paper work to fill out about movies parts from the salvage yards to here."

Val stood up and headed off to an office that was off set from the hanger.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Midnight on Wed Apr 25, 2007 8:36 pm

"Ok I'll be back tomarrow. I got some jobs I need to finish up before I close my shop up for the month."
Midnight got up and started heading back to the lift. When he reached the door way he turned back to Val.

"You need to relax boss. If you wern't here Sin would probley be in control of the earth by now."

With that he went up the left and headed out to his truck. After reaching it he drove off heading back to his shop.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Zhelir Darkfall on Thu Apr 26, 2007 4:52 pm

The man calling himself "Iko" sighed, pressing his back to the wall of the lobby. He could see the hanger, just over one hundred yards away. It was so inviting, so welcoming, yet there was one small problem. The men in the suits didn't know he was down there, or even who he was at that, and they were currently demolishing the place around him. That hundred yards was going to be one hot sprint. He pulled a cigarette from his shirt pocket, lightning it up with an old battered lighter.
"Lesson number one: Never let yourself in if the door's gunna lock behind you."
He recited, more or less, what his intrusion instructor had first taught him. The very first lesson he'd received. Never get into a situation without knowing the way out. And, being the good soldier he was, he had a way out. He released his rifle, pulling three smoke grenades and one flash from the satchels on either side of his hips. Using both thumbs and index fingers to release the pins, he hurled them out in a general spread pattern, giving them a few seconds to go off. His glasses darkened for a brief moment as the lone grenade went off, blinding just about anyone or thing that may have been watching it for a few moments.

He took off at a dead sprint, the smokes firing off after only a few paces. Despite his efforts, there were still stray shots ricocheting off the pavement around him. Only fifty meters... fourty... thirty...

At a mere fifteen meters, a round came too close. The split-second whistle beforehand was the only warning he had, in which he prepared to leap, but didn't even come close to having the time. The bullet hit directly behind him, the exploding concrete hurling him forward. He was fortune enough that a piece of concrete had soared past, punching clean through the door before him, clearing his airborne flight into the hanger. He was unfortunate enough that when he came down, a metal shard embedded itself in his leg. A groan echoed through the hangar, followed by several grunts as he forced himself to his feet, limping toward a nearby shuttle. It did not take long to override the lock on the small two-man craft. In minutes, the final checklist was set, and he was warming up the weapons systems. Holding his breath, he fired off a twin set of missles, their twin trails of smoke lost in the twin reports of minor explosions that rattled the hangar doors clean off their frames.

Seconds afterward, the shuttle itself rocketed outward, heading down the strip as he opened up the comm frequencies, targetting the surrounding allied mobile suits.


""This is Iko. Don't worry about my name, just know there there are several four-suit transport craft waiting in the hangar. Good luck.""

With that, there was only one thing left to do. As he engaged the ship's autopilot, punching up the well-remembered course for L01, he placed his hands on the shard still protruding from his leg.
Shthik.

"Mother FUCKER!"

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby miyumi on Thu Apr 26, 2007 6:15 pm

All through the car ride in the horrible traffic, Miyumi picked at her lips, played with the hem of her shirt, or tapped her fingers on her legs. Finally, they got to the airport, and she wasted no time in getting herself into the plane and buckled for the flight. When it became clear they would have to wait some more, she was tempted to pull her computer out. But, she dared not risk anyone noticing, and she knew that if she was nervous she would mess something up. So, she gritted her teeth and fidgeted through the two hours, occasionally muttering things like "come on" At one point, she closed her eyes and tried meditating, but gave that up within twenty minutes.

Finally, they received clearance, and were off. Safely in the air, she shook her head.


We're too late. I can feel it. Please let one survive, please let one survive. Why did I ever...

The whole thing had been muttered quietly, more between herself and some unseen identity than for her companion and employer. She fingered the tiger medallion absent-mindedly. Occasionally, she would lip it for a bit. To her, it took forever for them to get there.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby SSJHunterKiller on Sun Apr 29, 2007 1:09 pm

Val waited for Matt to drive off before speaking.

"Yeah, a junk dealer has been the one saving the Earth Sphere by doing his job."

Val turned around to see Takimi standing in the door way. She had her arms crossed and she was staring directly at Val.

"I thought we had finally settled down. We have everything we need here. Good friends, a good place to live, GREAT jobs that pay way too well and keep us living comfortably. Why should we all throw this away fro you to play hero again?"

Val hung his head. She was right, of course. He had been the one that wanted to settle down, start a real family and put everything behind him. How hypocritical it must seem for him to be rushing to put Hyperion back together and go off to war again.

"You're right Takimi. This shouldn't be happened and it shouldn't ruin your lives. But it's here again and it's happening. And I'll be damned if I'm going to stand by and let this joker threaten my family."

Val opened his eyes and walked forward, embracing Takimi.

"Only if you and Kei become threatened. Other than that, I'm staying out of this, but I need the Hyperion just in case you do become threatened. Then at least I can protect you."

Takimi looked up and him with slight tears in her eyes and a smile on her face.

"You know I spoil you Val."

Takimi placed her left hand on Val's right cheek, then leaned forward, pressing her lips hard against his.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Nightmare on Tue May 01, 2007 2:41 am

Have had heard this news Loki knew that there was only one option. He had to leave for a while. He was the closest one to the accident and he was likley to be a suspect in the attack. His home was riddled with wires. He quickly ran up stairs to a room. In as hidden space under his bed was a suitcase along with a laptop. He took out the laptop and suitcase and put them atop the bed. He turned and was faced with a door with a lock on it. He was paranoid about his work which he kept in the closet so he had a lock installe don it.

He pulled out a key from a hidden space on the wall next to the door and unlocked the closet door. Inside was a box with ideas and legal papers such as Birth Certificates, the Hanger Deed, and other personal papers. He grabbed some clothes that sat above the box and threw them on the bed. He quickly looked through the clothes and put them in the suitcase with the laptop along with some more trivial things such as a toothbrush and toothpaste. He also put some money in with the items and quickly zipped his suitcase. As he was about to leave he turned to the box.

On the wall was a phone. He called a taxi cab to take him to, well, anywhere but where he was. He then picked up the box and held it in one and as he took the suitcase in the other. While he was still wounded he hurried as fast as he could to the nearest gas station where he told the taxi cab to go. When he arrived the taxi was there waiting for him and filling up on gas. He walked up to the driver and told him that he was the one who called. He threw his items in the trunk and went to the backseat. Once the driver was done fillng up he got into the vehicle and drove Loki to a new location to be while things settled down.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Midnight on Tue May 01, 2007 8:29 am

After arriving back at his shop Matt started finishing off his work that he needed to do. All the while he was working he had very hard rock playing in the background, kinda how the place got its name. Took him about two hours two finish the one job he needed to get done before he could shut down his shop. He called the owner and had them pick it up.

Soon after that nonsense was over Matt started shutting down a couple generators, turning off lights, and locking up. With that completed he pushed the button to close the large doors to the shop and walked out. He hoped in his care and headed for the junk yard knowing Val would still be there.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby SSJHunterKiller on Tue May 01, 2007 11:19 am

An hour and a half had passed since Matt left. Takimi was fast asleep in their bed and Val was sitting in one of the offices working on the paper work that would be needed to transfer the parts from the other junk yards to the main area. The windows were open and a slight cool breeze was flowing through the room. Val shivered slightly, he hadn't bothered to put a shirt or shoes back on. A soft tune was playing from the radio as Val finished the last of the papers for transferring the head and some other parts from one yard.

"Only one more left to go. Thank god I decided to keep the torso here. That would have been a mound of paper work in itself."

Val heard a crash coming from the back of the building. From the sound of it, Lina and James were preparing the hanger to get the Hyperion in and get working on it.

"I really hope that this isn't going to get out of control."

Val looked over to a coat rack that sat in a near corner of the room. On there was a jacket that he hadn't worn in over three years. On the shoulder were the gold bars marking him as a high ranking information officer for White Fang. On the right shoulder was a patch of the Caligo Umbra and on the left shoulder was the Trinity Alliance patch. Val sighed as he looked at the jacket wondering if there would be anything new that he'd be adding to his officers jacket in the coming weeks. Val shook his head slightly and turned back to the desk to finish off the last of the paper work.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Zeke on Tue May 01, 2007 9:06 pm

For a private airport the security was fairly lax. He was able to move into the field with relative ease. He easily threw off the guards with some small pebbles and those he couldn't he just simply knocked them out. The guards may have had new model's of the AK, but they still didn't know how to use them.

The red haired monk quickly entered the ship through the main entrance slightly before the pilots entered and hid himself in the restroom in the rear.

Take off was the only skeptical part of the operation. He hit his head just at the end of the runway and mustered a lot of self control not to exclaim in pain and shock.

When the plane leveled itself out Zeke stood up and flushed the toilet before exiting to alert the passengers of his presence. The look on Grim's face when he took the seat next to him was near priceless.

"Long time no see Grim. Never thought to write?"
The returning mercenary joked to his old comrade. The question preceded a small jab in the ribs.

Zeke's attention was quickly turned to Miyumi.

"And who might you be?"

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Grimbold Theoman on Wed May 02, 2007 10:27 am

OOC: It was in fact JFK, a public airport, so security is likely to be even worse.
They were barely off the runway when Grim was surprised by the sudden appearance in the cabin of a third person. He was shocked for a moment until he took in the the shocking red hair of the intruder.
"Zeke! I could ask you the same thing, I heard you got religion of some sort and went of to become a monk? I felt my terrible capitalist lifestyle would be objectionable to you."
He noticed the redhead's interest in Miyumi, Grim glanced across at his companion before he spoke again.
"Zeke may I introduce you to Oyuno Miyumi, Miyumi has been working with myself and Ambassador Aligheri trying to maintain peace, which I suspect our friend General Sinful is happily trying to destroy. I assume you have spoken to Gabe, or you wouldn't be here. On that subject, how did you get on the plane?"
Grim paused for a moment in thought then continued
"On second thoughts I don't think I want to know, I need to work on this things' security."

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It was completely dark by the time Val finished off all the paper work. Lina and James were still in the hanger, Val assumed they were still working, but he hadn't heard any noise for a while and he had been concentrating on the paperwork, so they could have easily come up and gone to bed already and he wouldn't have even noticed. Val blinked a few times and looked around, the only light that was on that he could see was the small light that he had been using to do the paper work.

Val stood up and stretched, leaning back and cracking his back slightly.

"God, I must be old. To old for any of this anyways, all the pilots were young, who am I trying to kid?"

Val groaned and made his way into the kitchen and directly to the refrigerator. Opening the door brought a smile to his face. There was a bottle of his favorite beer with a note taped to it that red "Enjoy my love". Val reached in and took the bottle in his hand, the cool glass of the bottle felt good against his hand.

"Almost makes doing all that paper work worth it...........almost."

Val chuckled slight at his own half assed joke and popped the top off and brought the bottle to his lips, but stopped before actually taking a drink. Val lowered the bottle and looked at the label. There was a time that he always looked forward to sitting alone and having a drink, but now all he wanted was to sit down with his family. He had found something he never thought possible in the world, and then peace came and everything was perfect.

"Why?"

Val tightened his grip on the bottle and closed his eyes.

"Why can people never just accept peace? Even soldiers can find something to do when there's no fighting left to be done."

Val opened his eyes as he remembered what Lord Milliardo had said. "To bring true peace, we must eliminate the source of all conflicts. The Earth."

"Could he have been right all along? Could the Earth have been causing all the problem from the start? Even this one, the Generals were assassinated on Earth, by members of the Earthsphere? Rebels? Either way, it all leads back to Earth."

Val set the bottle down on the table and slipped on some shoes. He wrote a quick not to Matt saying that he went out for a walk and there was a room down the hall made up for Matt. Leaving that on the table, Val quietly slipped into his and Takimi's bedroom and grabbed a shirt and his jacket. Back in the kitchen, he threw those on and left through the front door. All of this would require some thought on his part.
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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Midnight on Thu May 03, 2007 8:03 pm

Matt came to the house with a bag over his shoulder. He knocked on the door a bit and came in slowly. He was already a frequent visitor to Val's ether for business or not.He looked around a bit for Val finally coming into the kitchen and finding the note. After reading it over he headed towards the room and laid on the bed inside. He looked up at the ceiling thinking about what a war might cost. Not money wise but life wise.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby SinfulSoul on Fri May 04, 2007 5:41 am

OOC: Sorry for the lapse in RP. I've been trying to deal with finals and a bunch of other projects. Hopefully soon I'll have more time. Here's a little something to clear up a loose end.

The 11 remaining mobile suits were quickly leveling the base. By now all communications had been knocked out and few buildings were left standing aside from the hanger. Fortunately for them they had encountered little or no resistance which indicated that the base they had landed at was not a mobile suit base - just simply a low security air base. With the mobile suits tearing the place apart, it was next to impossible for any aircraft to take off if any pilot had survived. Then the mobile suits were rattled by an unexpected explosion from the hanger. They turned their attention in the direction of the explosion just in time to see the high speed shuttle come roaring out of the hanger. Fortunately the Black Ops division of pilots were disciplined enough to hold their fire when the transmission came in from the ship. No response was given back, but they redirected their attention to their surroundings.

Like any air base, there were still fuel stores and it didn't take much looking to find the enormous tanks. The mobile suits refueled themselves four at a time, three on the last refueling. Meanwhile the other suits prepped three of the remaining transport shuttles in the hanger for take off. Once all the mobile suits had refueled, they began boarding the transports and primed the engines. Before the Serpents boarded their own transport, they turned their dual gatling guns on the fuel tanks and unloaded a barrage of bullets. The explosion wreaked flaming hell on what remained of the Eastern section of the base. Soon after, three space shuttles tore out of the hanger with a course plotted for the L01 Colony.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby SSJHunterKiller on Sun May 06, 2007 11:52 pm

After thirty some odd minuets of walking Val reached the edge of the warehouse district. Most of the building were abandoned, the companies that owned them were MS construction companies that went under after the wars ended. The biggest of the warehouses had become the central HQ for one of the largest gangs in New York, the Charlton Street Gang. Once they were nothing more than a loose fitted group of no good misfits. In the years after the war however, someone finally brought the group together and organized it into a group that even the police avoid whenever possible. They weren't all bad however, despite the criminal activities of the Charlton Street Gang, they did almost an equal amount of good for the city as well. Beating out some of the smaller more violent gangs, in a way, they were cleaning out the city. They also ran a number of youth programs under the guise of after school programs. Some were legitimate, an attempt to keep kids who have a chance off the street, others were equipment programs for the gang. Val had some dealings with the gang in the last few years, they were the best people to talk to if you want something done without any of the Authorities knowing, and that was exactly what Val was going to need in the coming weeks.

Many of the members that were out near the warehouse recognized Val's face and let him pass without a word, some, that had known him longer nodded or waved slightly. Val made his way to the warehouse that served as the HQ for the Charlton Street Gang. He'd been in the building several times before, but had still never actually seen the new leader. Val still wasn't sure if the leader was a male of a female, whoever the person spoke, they spoke through some sort of voice altering device. Not that it mattered either way, the deals Val made with the Charlton Street Gang always worked out the way they were supposed to, even if it did cost a pretty penny or two.

Val stopped at the door and set the case he was holding down and spread his arms out. Even though he'd been here before, Val noticed that it was customary for the visiting person to be patted down to avoid any unnecessary trouble. Once both he and the case had been checked out, Val proceeded to the back of the massive room that had been outfitted much like one massive apartment, to the only walled room where the person who was only know as "Leader" resided.

"What have your brought for me this time my dear friend Val? More of the same I'm guessing. You know we can do more than just cause riots."

Val set the case down on a nearby table and waited for someone to take it into the room. There was a few seconds of silence after Val heard the case click open and Val heard a soft whistle come from the room.

"Well, this is more than three times what you normally bring. So what's the deal? What do you want us to do?"

"A few things actually. One, I need some people to move some things for me. Big things, secret things. And, if you have anyone that knows about mechanics and can keep their mouths shut. Because what I'm doing isn't exactly smiled upon by the current times."

There was a long silence followed by the sound of the case being closed.

"It'll take me a day or two to see what I've got in my......staff......I'll get back to you in the usual method. Until then, have a good life my friend."

Val nodded, even though he didn't know if Leader could see him or not. Val left, and in another thirty minuets was back on the street where his junk yard was located. Slowly, Val made his way back to his shop and through the front door. Matt's truck was back in the yard and there was a dim light coming from one of the spare rooms. Val closed the door as quietly as he could and made his way back to the bedroom, where Takimi was still asleep.

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