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Three Years Later - The City of Paris, Never Changes.

a topic in Gundam Wing: Continuing Legend, a part of the RPG forum.

Original GWing Storyline, now AC 202.

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Gabriel Faile on Tue May 23, 2006 1:51 pm

When he finished the smoke he started to dial the phone again. An unknown voice picked up on the other end.
"Allo? Oui, oui. Merci."
Was all the conversation on Gabriel's end consisted of. He stood up and lit another smoke as he redialed Claude's number.
"Contact everyone. Meet at Club Sol in town."
Gabriel flipped the phone closed and started to make his way out the door. He saw the hunter green motorcycle he had borrowed from Frankie still sitting there. Smiling a bit he donned the helmet and took off towards Paris. He wanted to meet this unknown benefactor as soon as he could so he could get his cousin out should it be a trap.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Claude Faile on Tue May 23, 2006 7:55 pm

Claude was half way to Riems when his phone went off. He looked at the desolate road then to his phone, and back to the road as he reached down with his right arm. He picked it up and looked at the name before flipping it open.

"Claude, it's Gabriel. How did everything go while I was gone?"

"It went well, I spoke to a few individuals and they are awaiting a date and time for a face to face.""


"How did your expedition go cousin?"


"Spectacular. I'll drive up there and see you today sometime and we'll figure things out."

"No, don't worry about it. Just relax and I'll call you with more details."

"All right cousin."
Claude hung up the phone and threw it back into the cup holder beside him. He took the wheel with his left hand as he brought the smoke in his right up to his lips.

He continued onward towards Riems and Markus until his phone rang again. It was Gabriel's voice.

"Contact everyone. Meet at Club Sol in town."
Claude couldn't get a word in before Gabriel hung up the phone. Claude dropped the phone again back into the cup holder and let the smoke go in the wind as he checked the road ahead and behind. A small smile creased his lips as he dropped the NSX into second gear and pulled up on the e-brake to the second notch. He spun the wheel and the Acura drifted into a 180 degree spin where Claude dropped the e-brake and sped of shifting up into third.

When the car was going a reasonable speed for him he picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"Club Sol, France."
That was all he said before flipping the phone shut and continuing on his way back to Paris.

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