Arriving early, like usual, Amon headed straight to Zaizen's office. Knocking on the door, he awaited Zaizen's reply. "Come in." Amon heard the older man say through the door.

"Anything new?" Zaizen asked cooly, lighting up a cigar.

"She met with someone last night, a witch."

Releasing a puff of smoke, Zaizen leaned back in his chair. "And?"

"It was a brief meeting but this witch, he seems to have connections. A shady character...we shouldn't trust him or Kate." Amon said coldly.

"Take care of it then."

"Sir?" Amon asked, unsure of what he meant.

"Hunt her...and him. We can't take any chances. Finish the man off first, we can't risk the possibility that he knows something he shouldn't." Zaizen said, his tone saying the conversation was over. Amon nodded and headed down the short hallway and out the door. It had been decided, he would hunt her and this man.

"Mm, I'm so bored..." Doujima yawned, lazily flipping through her magazine. Sakaki yawned and replied "You're always bored..."

Not listening to the childish bickering going on behind him, Amon had his mind set on hunting that man tonight. He shouldn't be too hard, all he had to do was get him out of the hotel if he wouldn't leave on his own. His craft was of earth but Amon felt sure he could handle him. He, afterall, had orbo and it never failed him. Looking over at Kate, he saw she was still reading her book and felt his stomach drop. Maybe he would miss her? But why? She wasn't a friend...It was just...she worked with him. Even though he didn't particularly like her he didn't want to hunt her..."But it's been decided...I must..." Amon thought to himself, making his way to his own desk.

Later that night, at about 7:00PM they were let go on Zaizen's orders. No one else thought anything of it but Amon figured it was due to the hunt he was to complete..."Zaizen must be thinking I could try tonight." he thought to himself as he drove along. He found himself making his way towards the hotel this man was staying at, not sure of whether he could hunt him so quickly. He parked his car in the same spot he had the night before and looked up at where he knew the man was staying. Shaking his head, he pulled himself together and walked across the street.

He entered the brightly lit hotel and made his way to the service desk. A man standing behind a computer, his glasses lit up by the screen, looked up from what he was typing and smiled. "How may I help you, sir?" he asked politely.

"I need you to tell Amos Moretti that I'm waiting for him. Tell him we have business that needs to be discussed." Amon said sternly, his voice conveying to the clerk that he did not want to elaborate. Nodding, the clerk picked up the phone, put it to his ear and leaning his head to the side so he could hold the phone between his ear and his shoulder, he looked up the number of the room Amos Moretti was staying in. With his eyebrows furrowed together, the man scrolled down until he found the correct room then dialed the number.

"Yes, Mr. Moretti, there is a man here to see you. He said you two have business to discuss...No, that's all he said, he's waiting here...Yes, goodbye." Turning to Amon the clerk said "He'll be down in a minute." before turning back to his computer. Amon walked away, towards a corner with a bookshelf and a chair beside it and leaned against the bookshelf. Keeping his eyes on the elevator, he put his hand inside his jacket and fingered his gun before pulling his hand back out of his jacket and crossing his arms over his chest.

He didn't have to wait long for Moretti to show, the elevator opening with a ding, a tall, dark skinned, Italian man making his way out and towards Amon. His face was set in a hard expression as though he knew what was coming. He stopped about four yards from Amon and before Amon could say anything, he coldy said "Maybe we should take this outside." Nodding, Amon allowed the man to walk ahead of him, not liking the idea of turning his back on an enemy. The man did not stop outside of the door, instead he walked across the street and kept going even past that. Amon wordlessly followed him becoming uneasy...

They finally came to a stop in a park and Amon quickly registered the fact that no one was around. It was dark, only a circle of light was being given off of a nearby lightpole. Moretti stood on one end of the light as Amon came to a stop on the other. Each man faced the other, each face impassive and yet threatening. Finally, Moretti spoke.

"You've come to hunt me, haven't you?" Moretti asked, his face twisting into a wicked smile. Amon said nothing, he only drew his gun and aimed it at the man.

"Hm, I knew it you..."

"How did you know?" Amon interrupted coldly.

"I know more than you think...you're a hunter, you work at the STNJ...you eliminate witches or at least who you think is a witch. I knew there was a possibility that I could get hunted, I was expecting this. I knew there was a chance the moment I got involved..." Moretti broke off there, letting Amon catch onto what he was saying, his grin widening.

"Got involved? With Kate you mean?" Amon asked, already knowing the answer.

Moretti nodded and then went on. "Yes, she feels her time as a hunter is dwindling, that she'll soon become the hunted. She didn't want to go out without a bang so she decided to screw over those who would eventually turn on her before she left...and possibly prevent her own death in doing so..." At this, Moretti ground his teeth together malevolently.

"Prevent her death? How could she possibly do that by meeting with you?" Amon asked, the coldness in his voice becoming even harsher. Moretti, however, wasn't phased by this.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I musn't divulge such pivotal information to the hunter." Moretti teased, waving one finger in the air as though he were reprimanding a small child. At this, Moretti's face contorted violently as he summoned forth his craft. The ground began to shake as theearth in front of Moretti began to break in a straight line as though something were tunneling straight towards Amon. It went so fast that Amon was caught off guard. It hit him head on but the orbo protected him, a bright green shield appearing as Moretti's craft hit him. Amon reacted quickly, firing off two shots, one hitting Moretti in the leg, the other missing as Moretti clumsily dodged the second bullet.

"Wait, orbo...she mentioned something about orbo...what is that shit!" Moretti yelled, panic in his voice. Amon ignored his question, more out of lack of an answer than wanting to get down to business. He fired off two more shots, both hitting Moretti square on. He screamed out in pain and then fell to the ground motionless. Amon called the Factory and waited until they arrived. As soon as they did, he exchanged a few words with one of the Factory workers and then left.

Just as he parked his car at his apartment, his cell phone rang. Pulling it out of his pocket and looking to see who it was, he found Zaizen's number displayed.

"Amon." he said emotionlessly into the phone.

"Amon, you did well. One down, one to go but instead of capturing Kate I want you to kill her." Zaizen said calmly.

"Why, sir? What's different about her?" Amon asked, wondering if he would get an answer.

"Oh, that's no matter Amon, you needn't worry about that. Just do as you're told. Meet me in my office tomorrow morning, I have something set up." And with that, Zaizen hung up. Sighing, Amon got out of his car and made his way to his apartment, intending to get a bath and go to bed and forget what was to come until morning.