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

Exactly one week later, the group was yet again situated in the conference room being briefed this time by a slightly more attentive Amon on the hunt the night before.

"Anything else?" Amon finished.

"I was wondering something," Karasuma spoke up. Amon nodded his head towards her.

"We all know where orbo come from, right?" she began. Everyone wordlessly nodded.

"It comes from witches," Robin helpfully pointed out.

"That's right, Robin. Orbo is developed from witches we hunt here at the STN-J."

"So what's wrong, Karasuma?" Amon spoke up, all the while thinking how good it was he had chosen black for his beloved car. It was looking so nice and shiny since he'd had it waxed two days ago.

"So why are we still using it? And why the hell has Robin started wearing Orbo?"

"I think it goes nicely with my dress," Robin piped up, looking down at herself.

"But it's supposed to diminish you powers!" Karasuma began exasperated. "Why doesn't it have that effect on you?"

"I'm special." Robin then returned to playing Sakaki's Game Boy. "Ooh, level thirteen! I never knew I was so good at video games." Sakaki grumbled nearby in his seat.

"We continue to use orbo because we need to," Amon cut in, pulling his eyes from Robin, distractedly wondering why she held some Lolita-like power over him.

"But why?"

"We just do," Amon replied tersely, beginning to sound annoyed.

"But that's not good enough. We all know how awful it is."

Amon sighed and closed his eyes, momentarily giving up on trying to insufficiently explain just why they were still using the wretched stuff. Fortunately for Amon, a telephone call came sending Hattori scrambling.

"Sir," he called into the room, "the girl's here."

"Fine, send her up," Kosaka returned in his usual grumpy-for-no-real-good-reason way. "Now, I want everyone to treat her nicely – not like how you all treated Robin when she first arrived." He went on to mutter how perfectly awful they had treated her, after all she was so young, and an orphan, and on, and on.

Not that anyone noticed. Michael was busy hacking away at the NSA web site, muttering to himself about how he was so underappreciated. Doujima was wondering is she could get off work early to get to a shopping sale in time – three pairs of panties for the price of one. Karasuma was still grumpy that she couldn't figure out why her teammates had been so unaffected by what they'd seen at the factory. My God, they had all almost died that night. Sakaki was glaring at Robin wondering why she was so much better at Tetris than he; not that she noticed, so engrossed was she in the game. Amon, this time, was waffling between thoughts of Robin and Touko. Hmm, which one: the woman that was closer to his age, attractive (and rather good in bed) or the little innocent and pretty Lolita sitting across from him. Hmm, tough choice indeed. Behind them, a pretty young girl confidently strode into the conference room.

"Good morning!" an awfully familiar voice rang out cheerily. Everyone in the room, save Robin, turned, froze, and stared at the girl in the doorway. The oddly familiar-looking girl started to look a little uncomfortable and began fidgeting under the collective stare of disbelief from the STN-J. From the back, Robin let out a wail.

"Oh, I was so close to level twenty-two!"

"Whaaat? There's a level twenty-two?" Sakaki cried angrily, the new hunter momentarily forgotten.

As Robin was glaring at the Game Boy still pouting, Doujima gave her a nudge. "Hey Robin – do you…happen to have a…sister or something, by chance?"

"Not that I'm aware of – " Robin suddenly broke off, an amusing look of shock and confusion spreading on her pretty young face as she finally noticed the new hunter.

The girl still standing at the door bore a rather uncanny, if not, shall we say, identical appearance to Robin, right down to her handlebar hairstyle and gothic black dress.

"Hello everyone! I'm Bushtit. Bushtit Sena!"