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Title: Missions
Author: ingvild
Characters: Noin, Ahmed
Rating/Word Count: PG, 892 words
Comment: Sorry this is so late, you guys!
Fadil al Salim al Mohammad was still wondering if he’d lucked out on his accidental find. On the one hand, those leftover mobile suits were worth a fortune if sold to the right people. On the other hand, finding the people who were willing to pay and yet not slit his throat afterwards was proving difficult. Fadil had up until now had good reason to be grateful that his two cousins were hiding out of range with sniper rifles. So far they hadn’t had to kill anyone, but that might change.
He thought this one might be different, though. The man called himself Ahmed, which was such a common name that it might just as easily be the truth as a pseudonym. He had an open, honest face and a large moustache. Fadil’s mother had told him that he could trust people with a large, honest moustache.
Salim al Mohammad al Sayeed had been clean-shaven.
Ahmed was accompanied by a veiled woman. Not many people still followed the religious edicts, but there were enough women who preferred the veil in public that Fadil didn’t think it too weird. The woman had yet to speak, possibly because she was unmarried in the presence of a non-relative male (which was a religious edict which really wasn’t followed much anymore). The abaya with a niqab veil was actually practical - this was the middle of the desert, with sand blowing everywhere. Fadil covered his head and face as well out here.
In the dim light, her eyes, visible above the veil, seemed to be full of blue fire. Fadil wondered how much of his trust came because of her - he had always had a thing for women with a hidden fiery passion.
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“This is stifling,” Noin whispered when their soon-to-be dealer had left to open the room holding the ‘merchandise’. “I was grateful for the veil when the sand was blowing everywhere, but now I just want to get out of it.”
“Just a little longer,” Ahmed whispered back. “It’s OZ mobile suits we’re after. We don’t know how he got them - if he was somehow connected to OZ there’s always the chance that he’ll recognise you.”
“I know that,” Noin whispered a little sharply. “It was my plan, remember?”
Ahmed smiled disarmingly. “My apologies, madam. Let’s hope this will be over with soon. Did you understand what he was saying?”
Noin nodded minutely. “Yes. I can understand Arabic perfectly, it’s just that if I tried to speak it, my accent would give me away immediately, even if I’m fluent. It’s best just to let you do the talking for now.”
Ahmed sniffed. “You only love me for my language skills.”
Noin stifled a snort of laughter as their hopefully-soon dealer came back.
“The merchandise is in here,” Fadil said. “I’ll want the rest of my payment now.”
“Once we’ve inspected the merchandise,” Ahmed replied sharply.
Fadil shook his head. “No. My money first.”
“Be reasonable. You can’t expect us to pay nearly two million credits for something sight-unseen. How do we know something’s even there?”
Fadil handed him a scanner. “Search for yourself, but I’d be an idiot if I let you near a group of powerful weapons while still close enough to be hit by them. That’s why...” he pressed a button on a remote control, and the roof slid back “...my cousins have been covering us the whole time. My money. Now.”
Ahmed gave Noin a quick glance. She nodded. He carefully tossed the large duffle bag he’d been carrying over to Fadil who quickly kneeled down to inspect the contents.
“Money, good, and...newspaper!?” He stood and aimed the remote control at the door to the room containing the mobile suits, but a well-aimed thrown rock shattered it in his hands. Fadil stared in shock as Noin sprinted towards the room, but he wasn’t inactive for long. He whipped out a communicator.
“Arij! Aisha! Open fire!”
Ahmed dove for cover as bullets started to hit around him. One bullet hit Noin in the leg and she stumbled, but kept going.
“Hurry! If she breaks the lock code on the suits and gets inside, we’re done for!”
But Noin didn’t need to break the lock code - it was standard OZ and known to all its former high command. Une had made her memorize it when she first started collecting leftover mobile suits.
The two snipers suddenly found that their rifles shattered in their hands from a well-placed shot from a Taurus suit modified for atmospheric operations.
Ahmed stood from his hiding place. “You’re under arrest by Preventer authority for dealing illegal weapons. You have the right to remain silent...”
سشصصض سشصصضطظع
“Excellent work, Deputy Agent Ahmed,” Commander Une said. “I don’t suppose we could convince you to take on a more permanent position?”
Ahmed laughed. “I’ll have to think about it. For now, my loyalty is still primarily to the Maguanacs, so wherever they go, I go. But I’m always happy to help out keeping the peace. How is Agent Noin?”
“She was lucky, the bullet didn’t damage anything important. She’ll be fine.” Une paused and looked out the window. “Hopefully, she’ll be able to accompany me to the first annual ESUN Christmas Party next month. It’s been a busy short year for us. I hope it quiets down for the holidays...”
Author: ingvild
Characters: Noin, Ahmed
Rating/Word Count: PG, 892 words
Comment: Sorry this is so late, you guys!
Fadil al Salim al Mohammad was still wondering if he’d lucked out on his accidental find. On the one hand, those leftover mobile suits were worth a fortune if sold to the right people. On the other hand, finding the people who were willing to pay and yet not slit his throat afterwards was proving difficult. Fadil had up until now had good reason to be grateful that his two cousins were hiding out of range with sniper rifles. So far they hadn’t had to kill anyone, but that might change.
He thought this one might be different, though. The man called himself Ahmed, which was such a common name that it might just as easily be the truth as a pseudonym. He had an open, honest face and a large moustache. Fadil’s mother had told him that he could trust people with a large, honest moustache.
Salim al Mohammad al Sayeed had been clean-shaven.
Ahmed was accompanied by a veiled woman. Not many people still followed the religious edicts, but there were enough women who preferred the veil in public that Fadil didn’t think it too weird. The woman had yet to speak, possibly because she was unmarried in the presence of a non-relative male (which was a religious edict which really wasn’t followed much anymore). The abaya with a niqab veil was actually practical - this was the middle of the desert, with sand blowing everywhere. Fadil covered his head and face as well out here.
In the dim light, her eyes, visible above the veil, seemed to be full of blue fire. Fadil wondered how much of his trust came because of her - he had always had a thing for women with a hidden fiery passion.
سشصصضط سشصصضطظع
“This is stifling,” Noin whispered when their soon-to-be dealer had left to open the room holding the ‘merchandise’. “I was grateful for the veil when the sand was blowing everywhere, but now I just want to get out of it.”
“Just a little longer,” Ahmed whispered back. “It’s OZ mobile suits we’re after. We don’t know how he got them - if he was somehow connected to OZ there’s always the chance that he’ll recognise you.”
“I know that,” Noin whispered a little sharply. “It was my plan, remember?”
Ahmed smiled disarmingly. “My apologies, madam. Let’s hope this will be over with soon. Did you understand what he was saying?”
Noin nodded minutely. “Yes. I can understand Arabic perfectly, it’s just that if I tried to speak it, my accent would give me away immediately, even if I’m fluent. It’s best just to let you do the talking for now.”
Ahmed sniffed. “You only love me for my language skills.”
Noin stifled a snort of laughter as their hopefully-soon dealer came back.
“The merchandise is in here,” Fadil said. “I’ll want the rest of my payment now.”
“Once we’ve inspected the merchandise,” Ahmed replied sharply.
Fadil shook his head. “No. My money first.”
“Be reasonable. You can’t expect us to pay nearly two million credits for something sight-unseen. How do we know something’s even there?”
Fadil handed him a scanner. “Search for yourself, but I’d be an idiot if I let you near a group of powerful weapons while still close enough to be hit by them. That’s why...” he pressed a button on a remote control, and the roof slid back “...my cousins have been covering us the whole time. My money. Now.”
Ahmed gave Noin a quick glance. She nodded. He carefully tossed the large duffle bag he’d been carrying over to Fadil who quickly kneeled down to inspect the contents.
“Money, good, and...newspaper!?” He stood and aimed the remote control at the door to the room containing the mobile suits, but a well-aimed thrown rock shattered it in his hands. Fadil stared in shock as Noin sprinted towards the room, but he wasn’t inactive for long. He whipped out a communicator.
“Arij! Aisha! Open fire!”
Ahmed dove for cover as bullets started to hit around him. One bullet hit Noin in the leg and she stumbled, but kept going.
“Hurry! If she breaks the lock code on the suits and gets inside, we’re done for!”
But Noin didn’t need to break the lock code - it was standard OZ and known to all its former high command. Une had made her memorize it when she first started collecting leftover mobile suits.
The two snipers suddenly found that their rifles shattered in their hands from a well-placed shot from a Taurus suit modified for atmospheric operations.
Ahmed stood from his hiding place. “You’re under arrest by Preventer authority for dealing illegal weapons. You have the right to remain silent...”
سشصصض سشصصضطظع
“Excellent work, Deputy Agent Ahmed,” Commander Une said. “I don’t suppose we could convince you to take on a more permanent position?”
Ahmed laughed. “I’ll have to think about it. For now, my loyalty is still primarily to the Maguanacs, so wherever they go, I go. But I’m always happy to help out keeping the peace. How is Agent Noin?”
“She was lucky, the bullet didn’t damage anything important. She’ll be fine.” Une paused and looked out the window. “Hopefully, she’ll be able to accompany me to the first annual ESUN Christmas Party next month. It’s been a busy short year for us. I hope it quiets down for the holidays...”