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Pulling into the garage, of the stn-j's building, he hesitated when it came time to open his car door. He did not know what to expect when he was going to come out of the elevator. Would they be there? Would they still want him to be there? Or would they be told to hunt him? He took a deep breath, put on his unemotionally strait face, and went to the elevator.

Inside they were arguing, like they have been lately, on who is doing what for the hunts, and about how Amon and Robin were still alive. Dojima tried to keep them dead. "If Solomon has any other hunters coming it is best we all agree on what we are saying to the tee." Dojima stated

"Dojima we have been cut off. I do not think he will be sending a hunter to help us." Michael said stubbornly. Amon cleared his throat to let them know he was there.

"Amon?" They all said in unison.

"Hello everyone." He said plainly

"Where's Robin?"

Everyone turned to see Michael. He was wondering, after all she did bring him donuts almost every night and kept him company when everyone left. "She left…" No one pressed the matter any further. "How long have I been away" Amon asked solemnly.

"About a week at the most." Dojima replied.

"I thought you would have gone back to head quarters." He said harshly

Dojima looked down with a sad face like she was about to cry. She then wiped the look from her face: "No when the stn-j was cut off so was I. I am not aloud back there, and he made it clear."

Amon went and sat at his station. What do I do now? He thought as he stared at the empty spot. He missed her there even if she did agitate him a bit. The way she smiled so sweet, and innocent. "There has not been much to do since the factory fell."

Amon woke from his trance and seen Karasuma staring at him. "Many witches went into deep hiding and some even left Japan." (Silence) she continued. "This is a good thing, since we do not really have a defense against them yet. But we will soon."

Amon looked at her with a sort of puzzled look. "What do you mean by that?"

"Chief has worked with the police and where the factory stood we are building a prison type of a building for the witches we catch. They are working on it as we speak."

"A prison" he whispered. Since there was nothing going on he left. Amon wanted to see this so called 'prison' for himself. When he got there he was amazed. There were sixty men working on picking up the rubble. Off to the side in front of the wreckage there was a contracting crew working on the design for this delicate building. They had most of the out word damage taken care of already. All that was left was the lower levels of what had been Zaizens main control floor. He wondered if he could get any information on how he got out without any injuries.

"You don't remember do you?" He heard from behind him.

"No. Do you know Karasuma?"

"Yes. Robin left me a letter. She knew I would understand what was happening to you, and could help if you would let me."

"What do you mean what happened to me?"

"About your power..." Her voice trailed off. She took a breath and continued "Robin said it was amazing, and at the same time a little scary. How your body lifted off the ground." His eyes widened just a little. "How you protected her from the falling concrete and metal. She said that Julliono told her you would be tiered for a while and not to disturb you. You would come out when you were ready and not to tell anyone else."

"Hmm…She did not say what it was?" Amon was worried. Would he be hunted for showing? Why didn't she wait for him? It would have been safer.

"Don't worry Amon. No one but me knows about it. No one was there and I checked. No sign of anything in the rubble that would have been left."

A year has gone by. Amon's powers have strengthened and developed nicely. All together he has a personal shield, telepathy, and can control ice. Well Robin kept her promise. She wrote a letter once a month. It always got to him the same day of the month and in that same packaging.