Chapter Four

'Check Please!'

I do not own WHR, though I wish I did.

"It will be three," Kyra told the hostess. She looked up at Robin. "Don't worry, if he starts anything, I'll protect you."

Robin followed the hostess to the table and sat down with her back toards the door. She was very nervous, and after skimming the menu, slightly disappointed that there was no espresso. She pointed to the word coffee and showed it to Kyra, who nodded in acknowledgement.

"So do you think he'll be on time?"

Robin nodded. She was not sure why, but she had the feeling that Amon was not the sort to be late for an appointment. She had an uneasy feeling though. She seemed to think they did not part under the most desirable of circumstances, but somehow, she was confident that he had the information that she wanted. Whether or not he would help her was another story. He was simply her only hope.

Amon parked his car close to the entrance. He wanted to be able to make a quick escape if it was necessary. Robin could easily take him out without blinking if she wanted to and he knew it.

Amon entered the diner and scanned the room. He immediately recognized the pigtails. He felt a lump in his throat. What would he say to her? Would she be kind? Would he?

'Only one way to find out,' he thought.

Amon walked toward the booth. The girl was talking to the waitress. He moved closer and looking into the girl's eyes he asked, "May I sit here?"

Robin turned at the sound of his voice. She recognized it. She felt a tightness in her chest. She clutched at her heart for a moment.

'Is she ill," Amon thought to himself.

Robin smiled and motioned to Amon to sit opposite her. He complied eagerly. Robin stared at him intently, a soft and inviting smile on her face.

"Robin, it's been far too long," Amon started.

Robin nodded. She motioned to Kyra, who turned to Amon. "Robin has been searching for you for five years now. She awoke in a hospital in Kyoto. She was suffering from second degree burns and shock. She was also pregnant."

Amon's eyes lit up. 'My god, Robin. What did they do to you there?'

"So, anyway,her baby was not exactly what you'd call normal. She posessed a heightened intellect and several witch powers. Can you tell where I'm going with this, or do I have to spell it out for you?"

"No, no, I get it."

"I'm Kyra."

"Robin, there is so much that has happened. But it isn't safe for you to be out in public. Tell me you have a safe place to stay," Amon said.

'His voice...I don't think he ever showed much feeling in it.' Robin smiled at Amon and nodded.

"Speak to me damn you!I have waited years hoping that you were alive, but always fearing the worst. And now that you're here and I can protect you from, him. You do remember Zaizan don't you?"

Robin nodded. A look of terrorcame into her eyes. She knew that name alright. All she could feel when she heard it was pure fear.

"It's alright, Robin. I won't let him find you, not this time. I'll kill him myself first." Amon reached across the table and clasped Robin's hands in his own. "Stay here in Ireland where I can protect you."

Kyra looked at Robin, unsure of the proposal.

Out of the corner of his eye, Amon saw several darkly clothed figures making thier way around the building. Awhite van pulled in front of the diner and sat idled. "We have to go, now!" Amon pulled his gun out of his coat.

Robin was confused. She looked outside. Some people in what looked like biohazard suits were exiting the van and just standing there.

Kyra tore open some sugar packets and began drawing her field. Robin did the same with the salt.

"Don't you understand, they don't want to kill you. What they want is so much worse," Amon all but pleaded.

Robin nodded, and with a familiar flame in her eye, Robin set fire to the van and the people in the white suits. It was not long before the van exploded in a great tower of fire.

Kyra's eyes flashed with lightning as the power in the diner went out. She was quickly picked up by Robin and carried out to the parking lot with Robin. Every shadowy figure errupted in flames around them. Robin set Kyra down and suddenly every car in the lot was turned on. Most also had thier doors open. "Which one's yours," Kyra asked Amon.

Amon pointed to his car and the others all shut and one by one the cars sped off in different directions, leaving the three of them free to leave.

Amon led them both to his car and threw it into drive. He sped to the safest and most secure location he knew, the STN-I. Putting his gun away, Amon reached for his cell phone and dialed Preston.

"Yeah, boss?"

"Preston, throw the STN into lockdown immediately. I'll use the secret entrance. You get everyone there on high alert. If anyone other that me and the people in my car show up, kill them on site. Guard the tunnel until I get there. Those are your orders."

"Yes, sir. Is it the witch from earlier?"

"No. She's with me. I'll explain when I get there."

Amon hung up the phone and put it back in his coat. He looked in the rearview mirror. It didn't look like they were being followed. He felt a soft hand on his own over the gear shift. Glancing down he saw the burn scars. Did she remember how they got there? Would he have to be the one to tell her? Looking up, he could see that they were on her neck as well. Miraculously, her face seemed unmarred by the incident. For now, they would just drive. He'd figure something out later on. This time, he was willing to lose everything for her.

How did they know? Isn't Kyra great? That one took alot out of me to write. I hope you enjoy it. I haven't been able to stop writing in days. I take my notebook everywhere I go. Half of this chapter was written on a train down to Fort Lauderdale! Well, I have to collect my thoughts a little so that I can write the next chapter up to the same standards.