Hi there

So sorry for the delay.  First fic in the set written for the 228th 500 word challenge issued by the 5x6ml.

Hope you enjoy.

Karina

Title: Details

Author: Karina

Rating: PG

Pairing: Pagan + Milliardo

Notes:  Challenge 224.  Baby Series 4  #128.  Takes place

Spoilers: None

Warnings:

Many thanks to ShenLong Deb for her work betaing this set of fics.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing or the Characters from the series but the baby is mine.

Title: Details

“I expect notification in the next three hours that wind conditions have deteriorated to the point it is judged unsafe, and for shuttle and domestic flights to be grounded.  The latest projections have the rail link surviving no longer than a few hours into the worst of the expected conditions.”

Milliardo inclined his head, eyes focused on the reports.  “How many flights have the airlines listed for departure?”

“Ten, though it is projected that as few as five flights may actually depart.”  Pagan shuffled through the stack of papers he held. “The Controller of terminal three, which controls all small aircraft, has closed the terminal.  The larger commercial companies have appealed to the main control tower to keep the runways open as long as possible.”

The King shifted his reading glasses up his nose as he glanced up. “I want no accidents because the commercial companies push into unsafe conditions.  They still have to move their staff and civilians into shelters before conditions deteriorate.”

“Noted.  I shall stress the deadline.”

Milliardo nodded, rotating a stiff shoulder. “I wish it was over, Pagan, and it hasn’t even begun yet.”

“We have weathered past storms, Master Milliardo.  We of Sanc are made of stern stuff.”

“Updates from the highland shelters?”

“There are still some stragglers, though that is to be expected.  The Highland people consider themselves to be tougher than the lowland citizens and will endeavour to brave out the conditions, but I have found them to be eminently sensible souls.  I believe they will not wait too long, and many of the older houses and estates have the old, deep storm cellars.”

“The sea terminals have been locked down?”

“Yes, Sire.  Only a skeleton staff lingers to ensure all is under lock down and the docks cleared.  The storm surge is expected to cause considerable damage and they will not linger longer than necessary.”

“So the rail system remains the longest transport medium to remain in effect, but we will have to stop the trains in a few hours. Make certain the terminals are swept for homeless and anyone found is taken to a shelter.”

“I intend to leave no one exposed.  Have you decided, sir?”

Milliardo stood and moved to the window, shifting aside the heavy curtain and looking out over the gardens.  Already the wind was in evidence and few people braved the searing, icy wind.  The gardeners had been busy digging up and moving to safety certain historical plants and rare breeds and the gardens looked to be in a sorry state.

“I don’t want to reveal to the world at large what that crazy bastard built here, but given the palace's exposed position, if conditions call for it then...” he hesitated, watching as workers staggered against the wind. “Then yes, we will push the button.”

“Very good, sir.  The system has been checked and should the go ahead be given, we shall require a full thirty minutes for the lockdown.” 

End

Karina Robertson  2013