Hope you Enjoy it. I made a cowboy-bebop reference on accident but I thought I'd keep eeeeet :3

Stones everywhere, brick stones, gray, circling around and around to make a small room. The room had many holes in the wall, but mostly for large curved windows. The holes that weren't windows only told the stories of many many ages of plants, weather, and people taking it's tole on the large tower. Bird cages filled the room, all open and read for residence like a just cleaned hotel room. Birds chirped and squawked showing their different in species. Of course mice and such also shared this tower as a home, but there was one other resident.

"A simple bird may carry any message I choose." As if the words were lights and flags calling in a plane a small brown bird flew in and landed on a dark old hand of the man who spoke these words. It was a spotted bird, with white and tan and brown making patterns of magnificent beauty all over it's body.

"A message." Whispered the old man. His long gray beard reached down barely grabbing his knees, evidence of the last time it saw sheers. "I grow old little bird." The bird hopped on the outstretched hand a bit, then flew off. "I do not know how much longer I can keep this war from happening..." The man turned and looked at one of the windows. The sun blazing in only to show desert and cactus's all around the very large tower. To him, the birds seemed to slowly stop showing up. It was only a matter of time before they'd die off. Sooner or later someone would catch on and find him, not only him but they'd also find what they needed. The map.

"Milk please!" the large woman boomed at counter of the bar.
"Make it two milks!" Another woman who's size only made the large one seem even larger said with equal spirit. The odd pair threw the usual customers of the bar off a bit so that stares came the two's way. This was a quiet bar and after a little side conversation poker and drinks resumed quietly to a low chatter.

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"For you pretty ladies it'll be on the house." The tall and skinny bar tender said with an ancient smile on his peach wrinkled face. He set the two glasses down and the women took their seats.

The larger of the two women leaned over to talk to the smaller. "Meryl they said this town was supposed to be dangerous and I haven't seen anything to think it true. Do you think we're in the wrong town again?"

"It's gotta be the right town. Lets see if we can get some information from someone around here about it because Vash said it'd be somewhere around." Meryl took a small sip of the milk letting some of it take residence on her upper-lip. "Vash said he'd meet us here and he said he had more information about the killing that has been going on."

"You two here to see the Circus?" The friendly bar tender said again putting a rag filled hand on his hip. "It'll be set up in two days I bet ya. It's quite fun."

Milly's eye's lit up and she popped up to a straight stand off of her stool. "A Circus?!"

"Calm down!' Meryl's face contorted in annoyance. "If this isn't the right town we won't even stay here!" Her voice hushed halfway through the sentence. Now people definitely were staring.

"What are you two here for exactly?" The bar tender didn't seem to lose friendliness but gain a bit of suspicion. "Maybe I can help you. You're in Bellfront."

"See Meryl this is the right town!" Booming more Milly looked to Meryl with puppy-dog eyes and changed to a whisper. "Maybe if we find who we're looking for we can just go to the Circus after words. It'd be so much fun Meryl please."

Annoyance ran across Meryl's face with a bit of a shake only to make the bar tender laugh. "You two would get along with that other fellow who came here earlier."

"What fellow?"

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"Look Vash you said you'd meet us here in two days and here you are three days ahead of schedule? What happened? What's the information? Why are you acting so shady? Vash would you speak!" Meryl exploded. She shot Vash a look that might make him explode in a much more real way.

Reaching around the back of his neck and rubbing it Vash laughed a bit. "Relax It's nothing much."

"Nothing much?!?" As Meryl exploded some more yelling at Vash Milly was unpacking and setting clothing into the dresser. It was a small Inn and the three of them had to rent it out together. "Look Vash people are dead and it's only going to continue, don't you care!"

Vash's face got serious and he turned to Milly with the look as if to offer it to her. "The store here sells pudding and I bought you some." His face was like stone, stoic as a statue. He tossed Milly a small plastic container filled with chocolate and vanilla goodness and Milly in return moved her lips to smile. He turned back to Meryl who was patting down her hair and counting to ten. "Of course I care, but I have a feeling we've been followed here. I know her name..."

The room got quiet except for Milly's humming, Meryl looked Vash in the eyes. "Her name?"
"Yeah. Julia Roberts. More importantly I think she knows about us. I was definitely followed. I've actually been in the city for a week but I had to leave. She followed me out and I think I lost her. She'll be coming back though."

"Vash you think she's that dangerous?"

Bubbles popped into Vash's voice. "Honestly Meryl I just wanted to take our agreement seriously, that we'd work together." He grinned "I probably could have caught her myself."

Meryl sighed and looked to Milly. "Had to pair up with Bigshot over-here."

LIEK EEET?!?!??