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6:32 am-Zaizen's Office
Monday morning and almost no one was at work yet, no one ever came this early, except for on occasions, Amon. He was standing in Zaizen's office waiting for him, he'd been called there a few minutes ago from his work station for a meeting . But today's meeting was almost random, to his knowledge there hadn't been any serious cases or disruptions since Mamoru, and nothing strange happened then. For once he had no idea was they were going to be discussing, then Zaizen walked through the door.
"Morning, Amon."
---6:32 am
Robin slowly rose out of her slumber to find she had been covered with several blankets by Touko, she probably realized she was sick too.
"I slept for thirteen hours." She said sitting up looking at her phone's time then the still darkened sky.It made her want to sleep some more but she got up anyways, she still didn't feel very good but not as bad as yesterday,enough to go to work,not that she had a choice. She moved quietly as not to waken Touko, performing her daily morning routine (ya no that cleansing part before school, or in her case work), prayers and then sat down with some hot coffee.By now she was fully awake and ready to ponder a few things.
'I don't want to have to think about secrets kept from me, it fills me with distrust for my friends,I think their my friends, I don't want that feeling.'
"Though I wonder what kind of secret it could be,(oh but don't we all?)I have nothing to tell, I don't remember anything worth keeping hidden." This feeling Robin had was slowly consuming her, she wanted to know ofcourse but was afraid to find out at the same time.
"I should have listening to Micheal, then I wouldn't even be thinking about this."
'But is that good or bad?'
"And that woman from Harry's… 'are you enjoying your life'…what was that supposed to mean? How does she know me?Does she even know me?" Robin left her cup half full(or half empty which ever you choose) and walked to her trench coat, which was draped across the coffee table with her keys. As she locked the door and started down the hallway she thought, 'How could she know me if I don't know her?Why would she talk to me? She has probably fallen into madness like the others.' To Robin's anguish she doubted it.
"Good morning sir, you called for me."
"Yes, I need to talk to you about Robin."
'Robin?' Amon thought, "Yes?" Zaizen sat down at his desk and rotated his computer's screen too face Amon, he was now officially confused.
"On Saturday night," he typed something with one hand and a window popped up, it was a still camera view placed behind Robin on the computer. He zoomed in to Robin's screen and pressed enter for the recording to begin. Amon was afraid of this, he saw the windows she had been on and knew this was trouble. Zaizen stopped the recording then spoke again.
"She's getting close."
