Chapter 12- Mysterious Craft

Slouched in his chair, agitatedly running his hand through his hair, messy strands falling haphazardly across his forehead, Sakaki sighed as he restlessly tossed a rubber band ball towards the ceiling, catching it before it hit the carpet. After several moments passed he began to tire of the silence of the office. Increasing the flick of his wrist, the ball soared upwards and hit the ceiling before descending once more. Amused, he continued with even stronger force, mumbling between every throw. "No threats...", BANG! "No riddles...", BANG! "No assignments", BANG! "Nothing fun"
He continued with this for a few minutes. Then the phone rang. Instinctively, Hattori answered it. "Hello? Yes. Mhmm. Yes. Uhuh... Yes. I'll tell him. Sorry to have disturbed you." Click.
"Kosaka would deeply appreciate if you ceased to do that.", Hattori said indifferently, as he returned to his desk, mountains of untouched paperwork scrunched between his pencil mugs and staplers. Groaning, Sakaki threw the rubber band ball one last time for good measure, then sat back in his chair, apparently resigned to silent boredom.
"So you're hoping for more threats and riddles?", Michael said through a mouthful of donut. "Sheesh"
"Well, it would be better than sitting about doing nothing all day.", Sakaki complained as he began to remove the rubber bands. Stretching them a bit to test their elasticity, he then prepared to aim it at the back of Doujima's head. Karasuma looked up from her book and stared at him, a no nonsense look in her eyes. "You're no fun.", he moaned, feigning a pitying look. Putting his arms behind his back, he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, sitting in an awkwardly balanced position, threatening to topple the next time he moved a muscle. Returning to her book, fighting the urge to smile, Karasuma shook her head silently.
"Hey... now that I think about it...", Michael began, typing halted, a sincerely hesitant air to his voice, "... how did Amon survive that fall? I mean, does it have anything to do with his..."
"Craft?", Amon interrupted, looking up from his work with an unreadable expression. This got everyones attention. Sakaki sat up straight, Robin choked on her sip of coffee, and Doujima put down her fashion magazine.
"I mean... I know you've never told any of us of what powers you have, if any at all... but... after what happened"
"Perhaps.", Amon replied with a mysteriously dark and final tone to his voice, letting all members of the team know that he had no desire to divulge such personal information. Disappointed, everyone slowly returned to their work, occasionally glancing in his direction, hoping he would reconsider or at least elaborate on his response. Everyone knew it would be an exciting conversation to hold once Amon was elsewhere, but if they attempted to discuss it while he was present his annoyance would be a bit too high a price. An annoyed Amon could be quite unpleasant and, if possible, even colder than usual, and since Robin had to work with him as her partner, she would be the one to suffer most. It was best left until the next day. Not even Karasuma was satisfied with ignorance, and Doujima was on the brink of screaming with curiosity. They would slowly coax it out of him, and if not, they would find a better source of information.
"Hey, Michael...", Sakaki whispered, leaning close so Amon wouldn't hear. "What do you say about hacking deep into the STNJ's files? Deeper than, say, even you are normally allowed"
"To find out if they know Amon's craft? Are you crazy!? That's what got me stuck here in the first place"
"Well, then I guess you'd better not get caught."