Author's Note: hello hello ! I'm sorry for taking so long to update and also apologize for my chapters being so short but please enjoy anyways! Thanks for reading and I always appreciate reviews!(except for those unnessecarily vicious ones)
Robin heard Amon's lone footsteps wandering through the kitchen and livingroom. She decided to wait until later to open the vial and slipped it into her over-sized trenchcoat pocket. She heaved herself up against the door and inched towards the living room.
"Amon, may I come now?"
"I found him, he's unconscious, there must have been another witch here." Robin was surprised at his conclusion.
"What do you mean?"
" Didn't you notice that the char burns have been confined to this apartment? Obviously no smoke escaped."
"The alarms would have activated." She commented in realization. Amon kept talking not acknowledging Robin.
"And an attempt at his life," Amon starred at the victim's unconscious body as he brought out his cell phone, "Micheal, what else do we know about this man? Was he involved in any underground societies?" Robin noticed that Amon never really asked a question, never sounded like he didn't know anything. His tone was always neutral, cold.
"Amon, may I come now?"she requested also noticing her own neutralness. Amon put his cell phone back into his pocket and went back to kneeling beside the man in silence.
" It wasn't the factory, we were supposed to take care of this," his eyes shifted to the wall Robin was hiding behind, "you can come now." She meekly stepped into sight but stayed only a few steps from her origin.
"Were they trying to help us?" Amon heard her suggest, he finally stood up, still looking at the man.
" What makes you think that?" Robin answered regretting she had said anything, she realized she didn't have a good enough reason to suggest the person helping them, especially since they were a witch.
"I'm sorry."
Amon said nothing but looked around the room again. A cascade of orange-gold sunlight shone in through the balcony's sliding doors, long shadows cast by two couches and a coffee table. So serene except for the unconscious body below him and charred remains of the peeling wallpaper and furniture. There was no evidence of the other witch in the other rooms though, it would have taken great concentration to start and contain the fire from outside the apartment.
" The factory should be arriving soon, we should be on our way."
Amon hadn't seemed to have gotten any useful clues from Micheal when he spoke to him. He was right , there was nothing to investigate here, two couches and a table, no photos, paintings, not even a T.V. If Amon thought there was nothing there was nothing. She followed him out the door and as expected walking down the hall were men and women from the factory.
"We'll need him for questioning later." Amon told one of them as the two groups past each other. Robin thought of the little vial in her pocket, she was eager to find out what it meant, but should she show it to Amon? It could be a piece of crucial evidence to this case, but Robin felt it was more directed towards her. As they both sat down in his car Amon pulled his cell phone out again to talk to Micheal. Robin could hear Micheal's voice from the receiving end.
"Amon? Like I said this guy has nothing to do with society other than the essentials, not even a library membership, did you find anything?" Robin discretely took the vial from her pocket and began polishing the charred bits off the glass with her thumb.
"No, he'll be brought in for questioning after he regains consciousness , we don't have anything to identify the other witch."
"Well I'll check the client data base then, cya." Robin stopped polishing, 'Micheal is going to check on other witches…the STN-J calls witches "clients"' She thought as she remembered he sign on the door from earlier that had a magnetizing affect on her.
"The Witches Archives."
She whispered , 'why was I being pulled into that room?' Amon hung up , Robin's whispers cast his eyes on her worried face then followed her eye's focus to something she was looking at. He started the car and turned his attentions to the one parked in front of him.
"What is that?" he asked . Robin quickly diverted her attention to Amon, who wasn't even looking at her. 'No avoiding this now."she thought.
"This vial, I found it in the apartment, I think it might hold some important information."he was still looking at the car, the engine hummed.
"When were you planning to tell me?"
"I was, just now, I didn't mean to-"
"Hold on to it, Micheal will look at it when we get back." Robin nodded and carefully placed it back into her pocket. As they drove Robin hoped they would come upon the lady so Amon and herself could confront her and maybe ease her worries. No such luck. But had she done the right? Maybe, for some reason strange reason the message in the vial was meant for her eyes only.
' But why me?,' she thought, 'why do I even think its for me in the first place?... theres nothing to worry about.' She was lying to herself but will never admit it. The car halted in the small, dark parking lot and the two hunters stepped out . They walked into the work place where they were greeted by Micheal and Sakaki.
" Hey! So not a very successful mission?" Micheal acknowledged them from his computer, Amon said nothing and stopped beside Micheal, Robin beside him. He nodded to her to give the vial to Micheal, who was a little intimidated as the two stood in front of him, but accepted it.
"Robin found it in Karasuki's apartment, can you take a look at it?" Micheal nodded not knowing why Amon needed him to simply open it. "When ever is fine." He added . Micheal placed the vial by his keyboard and went back to work.
"Zaizen said Karasuki won't be awake for a day or two so theres nothing to do here, might as well go home." Robin didn't need to be told that twice, she steadily walked out of the room and on her way home, receiving surprised looks from Micheal and Sakaki. Amon just sat down at a near by chair and started looking through some files. Sakaki bid them a good day and left too.
8:00 pm
For some reason Amon was still in the office, it made Micheal a little uncomfortable since he hadn't said a word the whole time, then he remembered the vial.
'is that whats keeping him here?', he thought . He picked it up and removed the cork stopper then carefully pulled out he roll of paper. After unrolling it he checked some accounts, then looking at the paper again thought aloud, getting Amon's attention.
"Someone's trying to help Robin along."
