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Chapter One - Events
A cool wind whipped through all of the Tokyo streets. It was a pushing strong breeze that moved pieces of paper and other loose things around like tiny racing cars to fly down the early morning streets, as the cars whizzed through it all in the growing chaos that was the city's movements every single day as the populous headed off to work. Traffic congestion was the norm most of the time.
A young girl clad in a long black dress and dusty red overcoat was in the very midst of the traffic snarl, perched atop of a small dark colored scooter, surrounded by the diversity of cars, trucks and other modes of transportation. In the middle of it all, the young scooter driver was almost was swallowed up in it all.
The young thing seemed almost irritated with the whole thing, as the flow of the cars had slowed to a little more than just barely a crawl in the brightness of the morning. She eyed the cars in front of her, then peeked over to the left of her. The young teenager allowed herself to show a little frown on her sleek face, the only extent of her emotions she allowed as she waited for the traffic to change.
She waited with great amounts of patience, as the cars began to move inch slowly through the intersection, and found herself moving closer to her destination with fewer delays as she could get away with. She smiled with it, and inched her way behind a car that was filled with men in black suits, obviously on their way to work too.
Minutes later, The young lass got up to the four way light, and made a left turn down to a side street with a deft move of her small vehicle, expertly shooting right past a small van in the process. The driver of the van seemed to curse at her, but with the traffic noise and the fact he had his window up, the yong lady on the scooter never heard him.
The young girl was obviously turning off the main roadway to use a shortcut which hopefully would get her to her destination faster than what the her commute to this point, had gotten her
Once the girl was on a almost deserted side street that paralleled the main one a few blocks over, she gunned her scooter's engine and roared off. The tiny two wheeled vehicle smoothly sped off, it's engine humming away smoothly as it effortlessly worked to propel itself and its passenger on.
Happily, the young girl's smooth face now held a very satisfied smile on it as she drove. It was clear, she knew that she had a way better shot of getting to her destination in less time than she had been expected of she had stayed in the choke of humanity that was on the main roads.
" I am soo late as it is!" She thought to herself, remembering that she had gotten the call from work Headquarters almost a hour ago now. She was needing to be in ten minutes ago, and she knew she was very much late.
Out of the elevator, the young girl now without her helmet, exited on the fifth floor of the place called Raven's Flat which she had entered only minutes before. The girl's tawny colored hair, set out in her individual style, was slightly mussed from the helmet she carried with her, but she seemed not to really notice very much. She moved smoothly across the floor, as the long skirts of her Victorian styled dress flowed around her legs giving her an appearance that she gracefully flowed over the hardwood under her feet.
A very strongly built man with long shoulder length dark hair and striking deep eyes looked up and saw the entrance of the young girl. His brooding face showed little if any emotion, as he eyed the young teenager from where he sat, as she came into the room.
The large man put down the papers he had been reading over at the time and stared at the teen.
" Your late, you know, Robin..." The tall man snuffed loudly, looking up at the young gal with a cold look. " I know Michael had called you over an hour ago to come in."
" I hit heavy traffic near my apartment, Amon." She said, her dark green eyes showing her frustration from her morning commute. " I ended up using a different route to get her as fast as I could."
The man snuffed rather loudly, almost as if he was disbelieving the young lady's explanation as he stood up. Now towering at his over six foot stature, he moved around his computer station and went to stand right in front of young Robin, looking very stoically into her face with a intense look.
Robin looked up at the man, who literally towered over her. With her big green eyes staring directly into his almost coal black eyes that seemed to pierce into her, she could see no compassion or anything else that could be noted as emotional. He just seemed to have features that were like stone, stone cold. Even with this intensity from him, the young girl seemed to actually shiver under his gaze.
A spiky haired lad who was at another workstation set farther back in the room, watched the two interact with one another. The youth watched for a moment or two, as they both seemed to be intense on this early morning.
After the tall dark haired man had stopped speaking, the lad pulled one of his walkman earbuds out and looked at the young girl with an understanding gaze.
" He acting like this because we got a call of a suspicious death at an abandoned warehouse in the lower industrial side of town." He explained, his boyish smile calming the now all too nervous young girl. " It seems to be the work of a Witch, one that the information on it provided has registered a hit on out Witch databanks."
" I can speak and explain things for myself, Michael!" Growled the man, obviously not liking the young lad jumping in like this. " I will inform her of it all myself, Michael. You just ready for identifying the victim of this when you have the information necessary." He snapped his head back to the young girl next to him. " We will go and check this report out, I will fill you in as we drive out there."
Young Michael nodded stiffly and then looked away, knowing that Amon was already ignoring him at this point. With practiced efficiency, the yong computer guru seemed to simply distance himself from the now irritated man quickly, obviously knowing not to piss him off any more.
" Whatever, Amon!" He whispered lowly to himself sharply, as he got back to work.
Amon waved silently for Robin to follow him, and turned without waiting any longer. She nodded and put her helmet down on what seemed to be her workstation and followed the man silently. She too, seemed to be a little leery with the man's mood, opting not to say a word and follow Amon. Eyes following on his back, she matched his footsteps as the headed for the elevator.
The odd paring duo got on the elevator car and the doors hissed closed behind them. Neither figure seemed to be in a good mood today, but it seemed that was the feeling already for the morning.
A feathery haired blonde girl near the spiky haired computer lad looked at him and shrugged her shoulders. She seemed to be irritated with everything that had just happened around her.
" Amon seems to be in a mood today." She commented with a snuff of her own, flipping a page of the magazine she had in her lap. " Actually, it seems to be larger than usual even for him!"
" Mr. Amon always does seem to be that way, Miss Dojima." Quipped the youth, turning back to his computer screen. " All the time I have been here, he has been exactly the same way."
" What can you do about Amon, Michael-boy?" Shot back the girl, as she looked intently at some full page ad that she came across in her magazine. " Amon's simply being Amon!"
The computer lad nodded his agreement. He could not disagree with the lady's basic logic with the way the lead Hunter had acted today. He hit a few buttons on his keyboard and patched himself in to the comminations airwaves, knowing full well that Amon would be calling in as they went to check out this report that had came in from the Tokyo Police department a little over an hour ago now.
Thinking to himself for a second, It was the young computer lad's job to keep the office connected with the Hunters out in the field, but after the little confrontation Michael had with Amon, it was not quite what he was wanting to do today. He sighed and simply did it anyways, as his job was just to do that.
It had already been a very busy morning, as Michael waited to hear the familiar voice of Amon in his earpiece he had traded off with his walkman. He sighed, as he knew that the man was simply who he was. He took a sip of his pop he had beside him as he waited for Amon to come on the air.