Have a little faith in me

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from gundam wing, though I wish I did. I’m only a mere mortal obsessed with anime, books, and getting a boyfriend.

Chapter 1

Perhaps there should be a law that enables workers from working overtime, even if it gives them more money. Money that they need to support a family and I do have a family to support; two kids and a wife that seems to always know what I need and how to get by in this cruel but pathetic world. I can understand that people less fortunate than my family need the money and that without it their homes, along with furnishings and sentimental things would disappear, however it is the same drive for money that many go home at midnight or later in the dark and, sleep deprived, end up falling asleep at the wheel and running over a helpless animal, or worse, a person.

Although it is not only their obsessive need for money that gives them the right to drive home at night but also the boss, who is in my case, a real prick that has to ask you to stay later than normal in order to finish a ‘project-gone-wrong’. Of course, how was I supposed to tell my boss that I have plans to go fishing with my son that evening? He wouldn’t even listen to me if I tried, so what’s the point? I can see it now; he’d just give me that penetrating, ‘what do I pay you for’ look and I’d have to agree to stay for the sake of keeping my job.

While I just hung my head in defeat and slumbered over to the public phone, preparing myself for the long explanation about to be given to my eight year old son as to why I can’t take him to the lake, one of my coworkers gives me a knowing smirk. He’s one of those people who just can’t accept the fact that you’re better at their job than they are, so they end up pointing out every mistake you’ve ever made just to try to ‘get even’, which is unbelievably pointless.

You know, sometimes I honestly wonder why I even bother working here anymore, and then it hits me; Because there are no other, better paying jobs around. After all, I am a genius scientist. All right, I’m not as good as others, like the ones who made the extraordinary gundams that are now famous, however, I’m a pretty high ranking man in the labs. Specializing in alloys and various chemicals that could very well become a threat to society, I’m well known. My dream was to make a gundam, just like the scientists did and send it to a pilot of my choosing that I know would be a perfect operator.

In fact, with that dream in mind, my family and I left our original home in New York to move to Los Angeles, joining an elite group of talented scientists known as the MCS or Medical Chemicals Society. It wasn’t what I thought at first, I wasn’t learning how to build gundams, although we’ve studied the great gundanium alloy the giant robots were made of, mostly we studied chemicals and its effects on the human body. Being a rooky, I was always ready to learn new stuff but, being strongly attached to my family’s needs, Friday night was forever a ‘family night’ where my wife and I would take our children to a place just to have fun.

One strong memory of the ‘Friday Family Night’ was at the public park not far from our house in the city. Despite the bustling cars and irritating honks of those annoying machines, my two sons laughed as they all but dragged my wife to the swing set, running over I picked up my youngest son and spun him around like I always do. My happiness knew no bounds and I cherished every moment I spent with them.

Looking back on those times my mood lightens incredibly and I smile, of course things never last forever and when I was promoted I was forced to spend less time with my children and now, I get so caught up in my work that I rarely see them anymore. ‘Now that I regret.’ I think as I stab the numbers in the correct code into the phone.

My wife’s voice answers, she sounds excited and immediately I feel guilty for being the one to bring her cheery mood down.

“Hey, honey, look I can’t make it to the lake,” I say, deciding to get straight to the point.

She hesitates and I can picture her frown that replaced her beautiful smile and my guilt almost overcomes me. “Oh, is there trouble at work?”

“Yes, Mr. Castillo wants me to stay behind and monitor the project as it is tested, I’m sorry but there is nothing I can do.”

“I know, your work is important and the people need you to keep the world safe. We’ll just have to go fishing another time,” She says and I can fall in love with her all over again, she can be so understanding sometimes. Although my guilt seems to suffocate me I manage to choke out another apology that she waves off with little to no concern.

“I’m afraid you’ll have to make it up to the boys though, they were really looking forward to going.”

Now, another reason why I hate pulling a late night job is that everyone seems to be so out of it that they don’t exactly realize what goes on around them. Let me set the scene: while I’m apologizing again and again to my wife, the lazy coworkers who are supposed to be taking special precautions in mixing a few highly unstable chemicals are sitting down drinking coffee to stay awake and are having a heated argument over who will win the world cup series.

My no-good-prick-of-a-boss was leaning against the wall, surrounded by crates of dirty tubes and pipes, ruining his newly iron pressed business suite while smoking his very expensive cigar, ignoring the ‘no smoking’ sign directly above his head. Other well respected scientists that I had known during my climb to the top were mingling with each other quietly, oblivious to everything else around them.

Now, you’re probably thinking that a big explosion will happen as a result of my careless colleagues or something of that matter. However nobody expected a gang of armed men to come in screaming for everyone to get down to the floor.

That is why I was cut off in my sentence when a soft but echoing click sounded next to my ear, causing a long and dreadful shiver down my spine. I was told in a hushed voice to hang up the phone and without a word of goodbye to my wife, I did as I was told. Other men came in and, as I held my hands up in surrender, I could hear their yells and commands that everyone gets comfortable on the tiled floor. Mr. Castillo yelped and tried to threaten the men until a gun was pointed in his direction, drastically, those threats turned into pleads as he prayed for his survival.

After I was secured on the floor the same man who held me at gun point moved to the front of the room as others kept watch. “Now, I want each and every one of you to pay very close attention,” He said, pressuring the importance of his words though he didn’t need to, everyone’s eyes were on him the moment he moved. “All the scientists here are to stand up.”

The men mentioned before along with myself stood and my mind was frozen in fear, thoughts were racing, and ideas of what they wanted us to stand up for made me noxious. In my paralyzed state of fear I failed to notice when the guns were raised and aimed at targets all around me until loud gunshots echoed throughout the laboratory. My body jumped and I swear my heart skipped a few beats as pained screams rose from all around me. With my eyes shut tight I thought of my family, I suppose your life truly does flash in front of your eyes before you die.

Before I knew it, all was quiet, the gunshots stopped. Although my head was still spinning and as I realized my hands were practically glued to my ears I thought better than removing them. Slowly, I opened my eyes and at first I thought I was in hell; the emergency lights had came on, casting an eerie red light onto everything. ‘Someone must have shot the electricity box.’ I thought. It was very probable for the electricity box was located inside the factory near the two front doors.

The factory was large and made a lot of money, it was more like a chemical plant than a regular science lab and was divided into three districts, each had a different wiring and computer system in case a technological problem a cured in one or more districts, that includes the electricity outlets. Every district is relatively big with two stories; the first story was for the chemical testing and whatnot while the second story mainly consisted of offices for the scientists in order to keep track of all the data gathered by testing chemicals. Normally, the place would be pretty busy with people coming in and out, but late at night, nobody is around which meant… nobody will come to our rescue.

And when I opened my eyes, I desperately wanted to be rescued for all around me were dead coworkers, the blood seemed to be everywhere and just to the left of me was the worker who I had so carelessly insulted the other day, and to my left was a man that had invited me to lunch with his family. In front of me, my boss laid with his eyes still open, staring. All around me I recognized the men I worked with and the times where we had become good acquaintances. Unfortunately, it was then that I realized that the man was talking. For people who seemed so heartless, they didn’t look like regular robbers, you know, the old black masks with the eyes and mouth hole, in fact, these men wore no masks. The one who looked to be the leader was young with a rough voice and spoke with authority, his long blonde hair flowing behind him. The others varied from ages twenty and forty, oh, and every one of them had an AKA 47. (1)

“Now that the useless are gone you scientists will be coming with us and if there are any problems, I’ll personally take care of it,” He said as he reloaded his gun and smiled hinting that if there is an incident, the solution will be to shoot.

Besides myself, there were only four other scientists and by one look at their faces I could tell that they were just as afraid as I was, probably looked the same too; pale face, shivering in fear and jumping at every contact and sound made as the men surrounding us moved in with metal hand cuffs. Another young man stepped up behind me and, without too much care, pulled my arms behind my back and clamped my wrists together.

Then, they proceeded to push us out the door and into a large black van that conveniently pulled up at the exact time that we walked out the door. Being violently thrown inside we all just about stumbled and fell onto our faces. The back door closed behind the last man and we could hear the siding metal bar that locked the door fall into place and sadly the whole event was sinking into their minds, as everyone was left with the ideas and thoughts of what will happen next.

Then it hit me, I realized that they didn’t search any of us, didn’t take anything, and as I moved my trapped hands as far as the metal cuffs would allow I felt a bulge in the pocket of my khaki pants and could have screamed for joy. Trying to reach into my pocket to retrieve the best thing technology could offer I pulled out the slim, white cell phone that was given to me as a Christmas gift three years ago. I took one look at the screen and, if there weren’t others in the room, would have openly cried. Thinking of the only person to call that would possibly be able to get me out of this, and from all of the old friends that I knew for years, only one person stood out above all the rest.

Four years, that’s how long it has been since he’s seen him. The mysterious scientist who claims himself a doctor, doctor Gill (or G for short) if there was any such man alive that could save us, it would be him.

So, with much difficulty, I pushed the numbered buttons on the white Nextel phone and set it on the dark floor of the van and proceeded to lay down, gently laying my right ear over the phones speaker so as to hear the voice on the other line.

“Doctor G, it’s me, Daske Sumasin, I know it’s been a long time,” I said to him, trying not to sound troubled. “But I’m calling in for an old favor.”

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AN: so I hope you liked it, the next one is mostly about the G-boys. I hope you all know that this is after Endless Waltz and the war is over. This one must have been a little boring but beginnings are always the toughest to start for me. More will be coming soon so please review and if you don’t like it, I’d appreciate it if you’d tell me what’s wrong so I can possibly fix it. Thanks for reading!
~8~ Owari ~8~