The following story is based on the series WHR owned by Sunrise and Bandai.

This little parody is based on a suggestion on fanficrants. I happened to be writing a far more serious fanfic at the time, but I got a story in my brain that just had to be told.

Three months after the collapse of the factory, life for the members of the STN-J had returned to normal. Even Robin and Amon continued on despite, what for all appearances, had seemed a brave stand against Solomon and Zaizan in his Factory office. Apparently both had merely been caught up in the moment. Even Zaizan himself had returned to the STN-J, albeit no longer as administrator, somehow miraculously (and still mysteriously unexplained) evading death from Robin's flame. He had even attempted to be nicer to Amon and the rest of the team. After all, he had said those rather mean things about witches.

This particular day found the team in the conference room being briefed about the previous hunt. Looking around at her teammates as Amon was droning in the background, Karasuma secretly wondered what the hell was wrong with everyone. No one seemed the least bit disturbed to return to witch-hunting. Not even Robin, she who had been so adamant that what Solomon was doing to witches was wrong. Karasuma sighed and closed her eyes. Oh well. That's a teenage girl with rollercoaster emotions for you.

After Amon finished briefing the team, Kosaka cleared his throat. "Michael has just learned that we will be receiving another craft user."

Caught up within their own thoughts and problems, no one really said anything, a few mumbling some sort of acknowledgment. Staring at the STN-J members incredulously, Kosaka put his hands on his hips.

"What's wrong with all of you today? Aren't any of you the least bit curious about this new hunter?"

"Maybe they're just tired from last night's hunt, sir?" Hattori meekly put in from behind.

"Well, that's no excuse!" Kosaka roared.

"Fine," Doujima piped up grudgingly. "What's he like?"

"Well, for starters, it's a she, not a he," Michael broke in.

"Oh really?" she replied disinterestedly.

"Yeah," Michael paused. "Actually, it's kind of strange."

"What is it, Michael?" Amon broke in, momentarily distracted from his brooding which drifted between his rebellious thoughts of Robin and wondering if he needed to have his car waxed again. Black cars must always be shiny.

"Well, it seems as it this hunter is exactly Robin's age, grew up in a nearby convent in Italy, and, get this – she's a water craft-user."

"Hmm, that is kind of strange," Sakaki noted seriously – then returned to his Game Boy. "Alright! I just made it to level twel – ah man. Nooo…."

"When will he be arriving?" Amon broke in again, wondering all the while if he should have bought a white car instead, contrast and all.

"She will be arriving in exactly a week. Jeez, don't you guys even listen to a word I say?"

Michael looked around the conference room at the group's apathetic faces.

"Whatever."