The Witness
Part 1
The target was killed and ready, but somehow Crawford found out something that he did not expect or want. "There was a witness to the deed," he whispered to Schuldich who blinked.
**
The silence was almost terrible when the Kritiker agents found the little girl. She was small almost four years old, her voice was gone from what they could tell from the crime. "Where can we hide her?" Burman shook her head.
The little girl was led into a brightly lit room, there she had toys to look upon, and then with a quiet look she saw a man with crimson hair walking in. She sat down and began to play with the toys, then she picked up some paper and crayons and began to draw.
"We do not know if she'll ever talk again, Aya," the red haired woman was telling him.
"You want me to take her into my shop?" Aya whispered in shock.
"Its an order from Persia!"
**
The little girl was walking into the flower shop with Aya who was holding her hand. She looked up at the ceiling then at the three men. "Who is she?" said a man with dark brown hair.
"Her name is Minako, she's going to be staying with us for awhile."
That evening Aya had made sure that the child was put to bed before he could talk to his team. "She's lost her voice, she can't speak at all since the night her parents were murdered. She witnessed the entire thing."
"Damn, poor kid," Ken looked at the door to their guest room. "Maybe we shouldn't leave her alone for any reason?"
"Manx has arranged for either Omi or myself taking her to school and back. Ken you will keep her busy while the store is open. Yohji, you will be working all of Ken or Omi's shifts while they are watching the child."
Yohji nodded, his eyes drifting to the door. "Whoever did this is going to pay. No child deserves this."
**
The next morning Omi woke and found the little girl nuzzled against him holding tightly to his shirt. He sighed lifting her somewhat and laying her on the bed, as he got dressed for school.
He saw Ken walking out of his room. "Where is she!?" Aya was searching the room frantically for the child.
"She's in my room sleeping, I woke up this morning and there she was," Omi shrugged and walked down the hall to get his things together and ready for school.
Finishing breakfast he walked down to his motorcycle with his backpack. "Aya-kun, don't make her go to school, if she can't speak, it would be rather pointless making her do anything."
**
Ken was spending his time with the girl, she did not even look at anything he did that was even entertaining to other children. He put some stuffed animals in front of her and let her play with them. He saw her take up Omi's old teddy bear and hold it, she sighed and rocked it like a mother would do, then he looked up and saw her looking at some paper.
"Want to draw a picture?"
She just nodded and he brought out the crayons. She began to draw a face, she stared down and from what Ken saw he turned pale and ran down to the store pulling Aya up the stairs. "She was drawing Crawford, swear to you," he walked into the room and the child's face was lying the table.
Ken picked her up and put her back in Omi's room. He came back and saw Aya looking at the picture she drew. "Do you think he did it?"
"No doubts."
Part 1
The target was killed and ready, but somehow Crawford found out something that he did not expect or want. "There was a witness to the deed," he whispered to Schuldich who blinked.
**
The silence was almost terrible when the Kritiker agents found the little girl. She was small almost four years old, her voice was gone from what they could tell from the crime. "Where can we hide her?" Burman shook her head.
The little girl was led into a brightly lit room, there she had toys to look upon, and then with a quiet look she saw a man with crimson hair walking in. She sat down and began to play with the toys, then she picked up some paper and crayons and began to draw.
"We do not know if she'll ever talk again, Aya," the red haired woman was telling him.
"You want me to take her into my shop?" Aya whispered in shock.
"Its an order from Persia!"
**
The little girl was walking into the flower shop with Aya who was holding her hand. She looked up at the ceiling then at the three men. "Who is she?" said a man with dark brown hair.
"Her name is Minako, she's going to be staying with us for awhile."
That evening Aya had made sure that the child was put to bed before he could talk to his team. "She's lost her voice, she can't speak at all since the night her parents were murdered. She witnessed the entire thing."
"Damn, poor kid," Ken looked at the door to their guest room. "Maybe we shouldn't leave her alone for any reason?"
"Manx has arranged for either Omi or myself taking her to school and back. Ken you will keep her busy while the store is open. Yohji, you will be working all of Ken or Omi's shifts while they are watching the child."
Yohji nodded, his eyes drifting to the door. "Whoever did this is going to pay. No child deserves this."
**
The next morning Omi woke and found the little girl nuzzled against him holding tightly to his shirt. He sighed lifting her somewhat and laying her on the bed, as he got dressed for school.
He saw Ken walking out of his room. "Where is she!?" Aya was searching the room frantically for the child.
"She's in my room sleeping, I woke up this morning and there she was," Omi shrugged and walked down the hall to get his things together and ready for school.
Finishing breakfast he walked down to his motorcycle with his backpack. "Aya-kun, don't make her go to school, if she can't speak, it would be rather pointless making her do anything."
**
Ken was spending his time with the girl, she did not even look at anything he did that was even entertaining to other children. He put some stuffed animals in front of her and let her play with them. He saw her take up Omi's old teddy bear and hold it, she sighed and rocked it like a mother would do, then he looked up and saw her looking at some paper.
"Want to draw a picture?"
She just nodded and he brought out the crayons. She began to draw a face, she stared down and from what Ken saw he turned pale and ran down to the store pulling Aya up the stairs. "She was drawing Crawford, swear to you," he walked into the room and the child's face was lying the table.
Ken picked her up and put her back in Omi's room. He came back and saw Aya looking at the picture she drew. "Do you think he did it?"
"No doubts."