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Hello hello , sorry ive taken so long to update but I assure u that the 5th chapter will be up in the next few days!
On to the story…
Micheal opened a drawer and grabbed another headset , as if he were expecting this malfunction(and he was).
"Who did you see?"asked Robin, remembering Micheal's unexpected statement.
"Its…"he then remembered that he had work to do and went back to his screen. "Great, now their off screen…Karasuma,where are you?"
From Micheal's headset receiver Robin heard an answer,but it was muffled, "He threw a couple train cars at us but Amon managed to get him down from behind(static)sigh Sakaki went to help and tripped, fell on both of them, the kids knocked out, we need you to send for the factory."
"Right, I'm on it."He took off his headset and as he sent news to the factory,finished his answer. "This woman, lately she's been appearing on surveylance,always in that blue scarf, and when ever she is",he pointed to his broken collection, "that happens."
"Couldn't she be a witch? Why haven't you told anyone?"
"I have but theres no use, her face is always hidden so I can't run a search."
"If you wanted, next time we go on a hunt I could keep an eye out for her, you said she wears a scarf?Anything else I could—
"You shouldn't bother Robin, Amon and Sakaki have been on watch and they never see her, its like I'm the only one who can…hey, your done are you?" he added mockingly.Robin said nothing, her mind was now too occupied, 'Amon's file, my file, and now this woman.' But wait, now that Micheal had authorized her activities…
"Where is Amon's file? I didn't see it." Micheal glanced at her looking irritated.
"Amon is your team leader,his files aren't with the other agents, and even I don't know.Its strange how your so interested in your collegues all of the sudden." She still gave no answer ,just sat there quietly, hands folded on her lap. 'Amon is none of my business I suppose, but I am.' With a sigh she swiveled to face Micheal.
"I did see something though, it was on my files, and,"she stopped as she saw Micheal tighten his grip on his mouse, "it was called confid-." Micheal interrupted her.
"I've let you see things I'd get in big trouble for doing Robin, you've seen what you needed to so let it be."
'I thought I was supposed to know myself better than anyone.' "Prehaps I don't." she whispered.
"Okay,don't worry I wont snoop around . Do you need anything? Are you hungry?" Micheal raised the box of doughnuts with one hand as he typed up the case report with the other. Robin looked at the computer's clock, 3:51pm.
"May I go home?"
"If you want."
Robin got up and walked past the entrance desk and Zaizen's office. Across from it she noticed a room that caught her eye, the doors' sign in small,bolded letters read: "CLIENT ARCHIVES". 'Clients? I didn't know we had clients.' Ignoring it she walked on and made her way to Harry's.
She sat down and ordered her usual(lets make it an espresso) then glanced around the room. It seemed like no one came here twice, always different people to observe and sometimes judge.Taking a sip of her espresso (so much for sleep) out of the corner of her eye she saw a new costumer enter.
For some reason this woman's aura, her 'vibe', and steady, confident stride was mocking. This attracted Robin's attention, she enjoyed examining people with confidence, trying to see through their mask to their weakness,like she did with Amon . Robin followed the woman with her eyes until she say down at the other side of the resturant.
Her face, for what ever reason was covered by her jacket with a few dark brown curls sticking out from her hood.
'So mysterious, shes elegant, regal.' Robin thought.
Every few minutes Robin snuck a glance at her, It had been fifteen minutes and she hadn't ordered anything, just sitting there looking like she was trying hard to remember something. Then she finally called for a waiter and was brought a glass of water.
'I should get some sleep.' Robin got up and headed for the door, having already paid her bill. Right as she walked through she heard a voice, a silent voice(telepathy). Just a simple question.
'Are you enjoying your life?'
Robin was scared(wouldn't you be?) she didn't know who it came from obviously, but she had an inkling. Turning around to look through the glass door straight to the woman, hood still draped over her face she saw, peaking out from her jacket, a light blue scarf.
