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Preventers Headquarters
Geneva, Switzerland
21 January 209
“What can you tell us about the Gundam pilot who's running the show in the front office?”
Heero looked up from his computer to find no less than four sets of eyes peering down at him over his cubicle wall.
Offices in Headquarters had become few and far between in the years he'd been stationed in New York, repurposed as meeting spaces and supply closets. He honestly didn't mind being in and among his team. It promised less grandeur, more chances to work directly with the people who really made things happen. He viewed his own position as a mover of paper and a convincer of upper echelons; whatever it took to make the agents’ jobs easier, that's what he would be.
But it apparently also meant providing intel on his former roommate, not that any of them knew that’s what they were asking for. “What do you want to know?” he asked the assembled group.
“He was the Deputy in New York, yeah? How does he run an office?”
“I heard he's a bit of a task master. He's already raising Hell with your bosses.”
“But I heard from the admin that he's very nice,” a third countered.
“We honestly just don't know.”
Heero offered what he hoped was a reassuring smile to the group as he leaned back in his chair. He knew Wufei would be happy to know that he was causing waves only a month into the job. But some would argue it wad to be expected of a Gundam pilot, especially a known Gundam pilot.
After a moment's quiet consideration, Heero replied, “Wufei is a lot of things, most of which make him a good agent. He has high expectations, so drives everyone to give their 110 percent all day every day. But no matter how hard he pushes you , he pushes himself harder. He's mission-oriented and expects everyone else in the organization to be wired the same, which means he had no patience for dead weight. He also has no patience for hierarchy and little tolerance for authority.”
“Even as someone with authority?” one of the agents said with a grin.
He probably hasn't internalized that yet. “Wufei is an egalitarian at heart. Everyone deserves respect, regardless of their position. Everyone can also lose that respect.”
“So don't get on his bad side,” one of the agents acknowledged with a nod.
“What if we can't give 110 percent all day every day?”
Heero looked at the young woman who had asked the question. She looked worried...and sad. Gently, Heero replied, “Your 110 percent today may be tomorrow's 70 percent. Wufei takes that into account. And so do I. Wufei's a hard man because of everything he's been through. But he's also a kind one. None of you have anything to worry about. That much I can guarantee.”