Hey guys been getting some questions to why I'm reposting the story so figured I answer that here. I hated how the story came out the first time. The grammer was horriable as was the spelling. That and I was really never happy with how it inatilly came out in the first place. So now I'm fixing a lot and I mean a lot of the story plus I have a new beta reader which is a big help. Also,the first time I posted this story I had no beta reader at all. So hopefully that answers a lot of peoples questions on why I'm reposting. :-)
Witch Hunter Robin
Rebuilding From The Rubble
Chapter 6
Retraining part 1
A FanFic by Prospero53223
Before leaving for Rome, Robin did as she said she would and signed her emancipation paper work. She had found out that, total, her accounts (plus her trust fund from Toudo) were worth over fifty million yen, since they had sat dormant for so long. Robin gave two thirds of her money to AIDS research and another fifteen percent of it to the church. She didn't need much and she really never wanted for anything; Robin was very happy with the simpler things in life. Friends, family, nice hot baths ... that was all that mattered to her, things that most people would find trivial. These thoughts brought a small smile to her face as she and Amon sat side by side in a bus bringing them to the SOLOMON training facility at four in the morning.
Amon on the other hand, was in a foul mood and it wasn't because he was awake at four in the morning. He was used to being up this early if not even earlier because of hunts. What he didn't like was that he and Robin were on a bus full of recruits who couldn't tell their asses from a hole in the wall. These kids were not raised by SOLOMON like he and Robin were, these kids were learning everything from scratch and to top it off they all looked about twelve! Granted he knew those who made it through the year long training would be great hunters; not as good as him and Robin, but great hunters nonetheless. The other thing that had put Amon in his foul mood was that the classes he and Robin were going to be attending for the next three months were not going to be with other hunters going through any retraining. Instead, they would be placed in a class with one of the graduating boot camp divisions. He wondered how any of these kids were going to learn with two experienced hunters in the class; hunters that they would more than likely lean on for all the answers. That, and living in a mixed gender barracks (granted girls roomed with girls and guys with guys), to him, had the makings of hormonal disasters, with too much partying and way too little studying. Amon silently prayed that he would be wrong, but had a feeling he wouldn't.
"You two remember, stay by me so the instructors don't fuck with you," the hunter who met them at the train station with the rest of the recruits told Amon and Robin.
Both nodded and, luckily for them, they sat across from that hunter (whose name, they later found out, was John). John's job that morning, other than meeting up with the new recruits, was to walk Robin and Amon through so the instructors would leave them be. They had also found out that the forty year-old hunter was also going to be their class instructor and, even without test results, had all ready made Amon and Robin part of the student's chain of command. Amon was the team leader (surprise, surprise),while Robin would be his second in command. John, unlike Robin and Amon, was very comfortable with this decision; he knew they had the field experience, plus all the instructors knew about the FACTORY and how they survived. The recruits were being told about it in training and now, as part of their graduation from boot camp, had to escape a simulated FACTORY fall using all the skills they had learned while working together as a team ... or else fail.
Robin looked out the window as they pulled into the SOLOMON training facility. It was an old military base that SOLOMON had brought a few years back, refurbishing it to suit their training needs. They watched as one of the classes ran in formation for PT and another was doing push-ups in a soccer field. The bus turned and the images of the recruits grew small as they came up to the processing buildings. There they would fill out their paper work, go through a standard physical, get the uniforms, and so on and so forth. Amon peered over Robin's shoulder as the bus pulled into the parking lot and saw a group of instructors await the new recruits.
"Well this should be fun to watch," Amon said, as he noticed the instructors had sly grins on their faces.
Robin nodded in response, knowing that if these kids couldn't make it through the first eleven minutes of having instructors up in their faces yelling at them, then there was no way they were going to make it through a year of training.
The recruits looked apprehensive and some even a little scared as the bus door slowly opened to let in three of the ten instructors that waited outside for them. To these kids, it seemed like an eternity, a very slow and agonizing eternity.
"GET THE FUCK UP AND OUT OF MY BUS; YOU MAGGOTS ARE NOT WORTHY OF SITTING IN MY BUS! COME ON TUBBY, MOVE IT, MOVE IT, WE DON'T HAVE ALL DAY, LETS GO! YOU SLOW ASSES NEED TO HURRY IT THE FUCK UP! I'VE SEEN OLD ASS WITCHES WITH SHIT FOR POWER MOVE FASTER THAN YOU!"
The instructors yelled at the recruits, as they all ran off the bus as fast as their legs would carry them. Robin and Amon had to suppress smiles and laughter while the instructors were on the bus. As soon as the last recruit was out, along with the last instructor, John got up and had the both of them follow him. When they were a safe distance away from the yelling instructors, Robin looked to Amon and spoke:
"Makes you glad you were raised in a SOLOMON-run boarding school huh?" Amon grunted a response, then looked to Robin. "I'm sure the same goes for you, too, being raised in a SOLOMON-run monastery?"
"Well, we got to avoid all this so I can't complain," Robin said, as she slightly jerked her head over her shoulder.
Amon gave a slight smile as they both walked to the processing building before being stopped by one of the instructors who was talking to John. From what they were able to overhear, the instructor thought that Amon and Robin were two new recruits trying to do their own thing and just walk up into the processing building like they were something special. John then had to explain who they were and, as they watched the instructor, his jaw seemed to drop.
"That's them?!" The instructor asked in excitement.
"Sure is. " John had replied. The instructor walked up to the both of them, stopping when he was about ten inches away from them, saluting both Amon and Robin.
"Amon-san, Ms. Sena, it would be an honor and a privilege to shake the hand of the two best hunters SOLOMON has ever trained." Amon and Robin didn't know what to say; they didn't know that the FACTORY falling was now part of all recruit learning. They didn't know that they were, well, in a word, famous throughout all SOLOMON training facilities, that all recruits knew their story. It was, in a way, flattering, scary but flattering, to know that their reputation preceded them. Robin wondered, though, how many recruits thought the story was myth made up by their trainers to motivate them. Amon and Robin did, however, let the instructor shake their hands, once they found their tongues, to let the instructor know this before he asked them one more thing.
"I was wondering if I may also present you to the new batch of recruits?" the instructor had asked quite bluntly.
"Um ... yeah, sure, why not?" Robin had answered.
"I don't see why not." Amon had replied. The instructor nodded and led the two of them to the where the new recruits all stood waiting to be told what to do and where to go.
"All right you pukes," the instructor began to yell, " I want to ask you all something."
"SIR, YES SIR." All the recruits yelled in unison.
"I want to see, by a show of hands, how many of you remember four months back about a building falling in Japan and supposedly killing one cop and an ass load of prisoners while two other cops remained unaccounted for?" A few hands had shot up in the air and the instructor nodded his head.
"Well, I want to tell all of you that the news reports were bullshit. Those were not cops and regular prisoners that were killed. The man killed was named Zaizen Takuma, former administrator to the STN-J. The prisoners were witches, and the two unaccounted cops, well, they, like you all hope to be, were hunters, these two hunters to be exact." Murmurs were heard from the recruits and one shot up his hand while he spoke.
"Sir, the building that was reported to have fallen had at least twelve tons of debris, and the two hunters were assumed dead," The recruit said.
"That's funny, " Amon began to say in his emotionless tone. "I don't feel dead, do you Robin?"
"No, not in the slightest," she replied in her soft voice.
"Then it's true? The whole story, it's true?" another recruit asked, as her hand popped up in the air.
"Of course it's true! Who do you think these two are, paid actors?" the instructor asked sarcastically before starting his speech again.
"Now, I want you maggots to listen, and listen good. There is not a one of you who will ever amount to these two hunters. They are the best SOLOMON has ever trained. You pukes could, at best, be worthy to be the dirt on the bottom of their shoes. No, and I mean no, amount of training you get here, nor years of field experience, could ever get you ... ANY OF YOU ... to the level of these two hunters and the rest of the STN-J."
Soon, one of the other instructors stepped forward and yelled to the recruits, " Say 'Thank you, Senior Hunter Todd'."
Senior Hunter Todd turned to salute Robin and Amon one more time as the recruits yelled, "THANK YOU, SENIOR HUNTER TODD!"
The recruits were then given the order to march, and Robin and Amon were left standing there, a little in shock about what just had occurred.
"Well, that was kind of harsh." Robin said, as she looked up to Amon, who just nodded his head. John had watched from the sides, sighing as he saw their reaction to what had just happened.
"I'm sorry, I should have warned you two, you have a reputation around here and the instructors use it for everything it is worth." John said as he shook his head.
"Clearly." Amon had finally spoken up, his tone flat.
"Why though? Father Juliano said it would take years for such serious change in SOLOMON to occur." Curiosity filled Robin's voice.
"True, normally it would," John started to say. "But because of your former administrator's abuse of power and, with many, many meetings with Father Juliano, along with your former coworkers back at the STN-J, as well as with a man by the name of Nagira Syunji, SOLOMON decided to push things a little faster. They figured they would start with the boarding schools, monasteries, and, of course, here at recruit training to sink into the next generation of hunters what can happen when power is abused in such a big corporation as SOLOMON; how it can affect the world in a negative way. They have even started putting hunters through classes on how to spot abuse in the system, and how to report it, to avoid any more FACTORY situations. Its all new and its slowly taking shape but at least its a start, and at least SOLOMON is not turning a blind eye to it."
'And Father Juliano was worried that my concerns would fall on deaf ears,' Robin thought to herself.
'Leave it to Nagira to get involved with matters that don't concern him,' Amon thought.
"I wonder though why we weren't asked or involved in any of these proceedings?" Robin had thought out loud.
"Probably to keep the others, as well as the media, from knowing we survived. I'm sure they had a field day with this back in Japan." Amon had answered Robin's question.
Robin made a noise that sounded like a response, nodding her head as they started to walk over to the processing building. When they finally got in, most of the recruits were getting uniforms issued to them, also hair cuts for the boys whose hair was too long. John had shown Amon and Robin to the front desk so they could hand in their orders from SOLOMON, and Robin handed in her emancipation paper work so SOLOMON would have it on file a bit quicker than if Father Juliano had his lawyer mail it in.
"Thank you Ms. Sena, if you have any problems regarding your paper work, please contact Legal and they will be able to help you out." Robin nodded and thanked the desk sergeant, as she and Amon were shown to a room to fill out the standardized SOLOMON contract and other important documents.
They both sat quietly next to each other, reading and signing all the paper work that was given to them. Robin's curiosity was starting to get the better of her, and she tried to sneak a peek at Amon's signature. No one at the STN-J knew Amon's last name and, try as they might, Michael was never able to hack into the SOLOMON data base that had the names of all the hunters. When it came down it, Amon's security clearance was too high. To her disappointment, he signed every thing in Japanese characters.
"Damn." She muttered out loud.
"Ha, nice try Robin." Amon replied with a smirk on his face.
"Are you ever going to tell us your last name?" Robin asked.
"And here I thought Nagira told you." Amon continued to tease as he signed another form.
"Well, he did, but he didn't, since he said your parents decided to give you your mother's maiden name." Amon nodded, he knew that Nagira would never tell Robin, nor anyone, for that matter, anything about him that he didn't want known.
"Didn't you all have a pool going back in Japan to try and guess my last name?" Amon had asked.
"Yes we did, actually." Robin's voice had a hint of excitement in it.
"Before all this happened, what was it up to?" It was Amon's turn to be curious.
"I believe it was up to three hundred yen." Robin replied, with Amon repeating the amount. "Three hundred?"
"Mmmmm hmmm." Amon nodded his head as he went to read and sign the next form. "I'll tell you when it reaches a thousand."
Robin started to giggle and had to put down her pen so she wouldn't mess up her signature. Amon followed suit; her laughter was contagious and soon they were both chuckling over their little inside joke. That was, until one of the instructors came over to scold them.
"What's so funny?" Robin jumped in her seat, and Amon's features and eyes became cold steel.
"Nothing." Amon responded.
"Good." The instructor glared at the both of them, "I don't want you two to feel special just because you're only going through retraining - which can be changed if you keep this crap up."
"Sir, yes sir." Both Amon and Robin said at the same time.
Amon made sure to give the instructor the coldest look he had, and made his tone so flat that even Robin shuddered as the ice came off of him. The instructor turned and acted like he shrugged it off as he walked away from where Amon and Robin were sitting. There was no way this particular instructor would ever admit that the coldest man working for SOLOMON just scared the crap out of him.
'Ha, I still got it,' Amon thought smugly to himself, as he and Robin finished up their paper work.
Soon they were shown to another room where they were issued their uniforms and PT gear. The uniforms were a dark gray, almost charcoal, like Robin and Amon's clothes all ready. Robin, though, would have to get used to wearing slacks, since they didn't make uniform skirts and button up collars for the females. Along with the uniform, women were issued neck tabs, and the men ties, the same color as the uniform. The shoes and covers, though, for the men and women, were the same, black berets and black ankle boots. Their PT gear was black sweat pants with a black hooded shirt that had letters in white spelling out STN.
They were also issued black gym shorts and a white t-shirt with STN in black lettering. Once in uniform, Robin was instructed to take down her hair, since her signature hair style put her "out of uniform"; so she had to place it in a bun. They then wanted to give Amon a hair cut; yeah, like that was going to happen! Amon always made sure to keep his hair the maximum length allowed by SOLOMON regulations. If his hair had been three inches longer, they would have shaved it all off.
Next, they were taken to the Identification office so they could be issued new ID cards. They sat and looked around at the recruits that were waiting their turn to have their pictures taken. Some looked pissed and were muttering things like 'yeah, wait till I get out of here and me and my boys have a go at you.' Others looked excited, and didn't seem to mind all the yelling and name calling. Amon had written those kids off as being completely and totally insane. While others looked scared as they should be, like any normal person would be going through training. Robin sat back and wondered how many of the recruits in the office waiting area were craft users, and out of those craft users, how many of them would she have to hunt? Wondering if those kids who did have a craft knew how thin the line between craft user and witch actually was?
"Next row," a female instructor called, while Amon and Robin watched the recruits get up and out of their seats with great caution.
They heard the female instructor call "Next row" nine more times before reaching the row Robin and Amon sat in. They both followed the instructor into a small room where, two by two, the recruits went in, had their pictures taken, and were then handed their ID cards as they left the room. Amon always hated having his picture taken, especially ID pictures, they never came out right.
"Stand on the line." Amon had heard the female instructor tell him, as she got ready to take his picture.
The camera flashed and Amon blinked, having to take his ID picture again and, as always, he heard the same familiar nagging voice he always heard when getting his picture taken. "You could at least smile sir."
Amon glared and thanked the instructor as he left with his ID in hand. He watched as Robin was called in next for her picture. He waited for Robin to come out so he could snatch her ID up and get a look at her picture. Little did Amon know, Robin had the same idea and snatched his ID out of his hand while handing hers to him.
"You smile too much." Amon said, as he looked at Robin's ID her shy smile gracing the corners of her mouth.
"And you could have at least smiled in yours." Robin retorted back. Amon was about to say something to Robin when a female instructor came up to the both of them. "Robin Sena?"
"Si." Robin replied.
"I need you to come with me and the rest of the females for your exam. Mr. Amon, if you would just join the rest of the males in that group over there, John will take you and the rest of the young men for your physicals." The instructor told the both of them.
Robin shuddered as she knew what was going to happen in her physical, she was going to get that awful nameless test that all women dread and, in Robin's eyes, no doctor had any problem giving. Just thinking of the cold surgical steel they "warm up" before placing it in the most private of regions gave her the shivers.
"Ewwwwww." Robin shuddered yet again as she followed the female instructor and the other young ladies to the medical office.
Amon had to chuckle to himself, watching the way Robin reacted to having to get a pap smear, though he knew, if he kept it up, karma would catch up to him when he turned forty.
Robin sat in the doctors exam room in those thin things that never, in her mind anyway, legally qualified as a gown, while she waited for the doctor. While she waited, she chuckled to herself when they handed her a specimen cup to pee in to test for pregnancy, something she didn't have to worry about. They obviously read her paperwork way too quickly, or they would have noticed she was pretty much a nun as far as SOLOMON was concerned up until as recently as in yesterday. Still she humored them, took the stupid test and, surprise, it came back negative. Robin was then brought back to reality when she heard the door open and saw the doctor step in.
"Ms. Sena, correct?" Robin nodded politely in response as the doctor sat on the little black stool in the room and wheeled over to where she was on the exam table. "Well I see your blood work and urine test came back all negative, I've also read over your file so I know you were a nun for the past three years, it's just standard procedure but I have ask if you are sexually active?"
"No." Robin answered politely
The doctor nodded his head as he jotted down Robin's response in her chart. "Ok, next question, do you have any visible scars or tattoos on your body?"
Robin had to think for a minute; the surgeons did so well back in Japan that she really had no scarring from her surgery, nor from the injuries caused when the FACTORY fell on top of her.
"I think there's one on my abdomen from my surgery, but it's very light." The doctor once again nodded as he took a look at Robin's abdomen, made note of a very light scar, and marked it down.
"Ok then, I think that's all I need to ask unless you have any concerns regarding your leg at all." Robin shook her head, she just wanted to get her physical over and done with.
The doctor once again nodded his head and proceeded with her physical, of course Robin was the picture of health. Her lungs were clear, her heart rate and blood pressure were normal - she didn't have an ounce of fat on her - every thing was fine, perfect.
"Good, very good," The doctor began to say. "Now, if you wait here one minute, I'll go and get a nurse so we can get your pelvic exam done."
The doctor then left and Robin groaned as she flopped down on the exam table; this was not her day. She hoped he couldn't find a nurse so this would have to be put off but, sure enough, the doctor did return with a nurse and started her pelvic exam.
"OW!" Robin yelped, when the doctor started the exam.
"Just try to relax Ms. Sena, and this will be done with in just a moment." Robin nodded her head, as she tried her best to listen to the doctor about relaxing, while quietly thanking God she only had to do this once a year.
When the doctor was done, he told Robin to get back in her uniform and wished her good luck with her training. The nurse then showed her to a waiting room where Amon now was waiting to get his vaccinations with everyone else.
"So, how did your exam go?" Robin asked, as she sat down next to him.
"Good, yours?" Amon asked, slightly smiling when he saw Robin shudder.
"I'm so glad I only have to do that once a year." Amon said nothing, remembering forty was not too far away for him, and just nodded his head as they waited to be called.
When they were finally done with processing and medical, Amon and Robin finally met back up with John, who took them over to the galley so they could get some breakfast. It was now seven in the morning and the sun shone, it was going to be a nice day. Robin just wished they didn't have to spend all day indoors.
Neither one of them was really all too hungry, they were too tired to be hungry, and each just ate a slice of toast with some fruit and a cup of coffee. The coffee seemed to help a little. They didn't look so much like the living dead with a bit of caffeine in their system as they walked over to the barracks on the main side of the training center.
"Robin, you will get your assigned roommate tomorrow. This class seems to have less men than women so, Amon, you will have your own room." John told them as he showed them to the barracks.
Both of them nodded. Robin didn't mind having a roommate just as long as the person wasn't a slob. Robin recalled that, while living with Touko, she wasn't sloppy by any means; just more of a quick clean to polish up the place. Robin, though, was a neat freak and she jokingly blamed Father Juliano for that, until she saw the barracks in which they were going to live.
"Ummmmmmmmm uhhhhhhhhhhh." Robin began to say.
"Yeah, what she said." Amon had cut in.
"I know the barracks over here are run down. We've been fighting with financing for months now to get improvements, or at least build a new barracks, so we can get rid of what this old girl has now affectionately dubbed the 'crack house'." John told the both of them, as they walked up to the ancient building.
"Gee, I wonder why?" Amon had muttered to himself, a little too loud, which made Robin laugh.
John then showed them inside. The barracks director handed both of them another form to fill out, with their names, telling them which rooms they were to be in and how they were responsible for the keys to their rooms, and, if lost, how they would have to pay for the replacements. They also had to sign an agreement of no tobacco or liquor in the barracks, along with no pets and no weapons. All guns were to be held in the armory which was right across from the school. They were then handed fresh linens and shown to their rooms. The rooms were about the size of a college dorm room, with two beds and two secretaries, where they could hook up their laptop computers. The rooms also had two wall closets, a small refrigerator, two night stands with bedside lamps, and a coffee pot. They found out that the microwave was in the lounge area, where they could also get some food out of the vending machines, along with a soda machine. They were also told that the bathroom in each room connected to another room and how it would be wise, on field days, for each room to alternate who cleaned the bathroom.
"Well I would suggest you two get settled in and try and get some rest. I'll be back at one to get you guys for your physical fitness tests and you'll also be going to the firing range today. So make sure you're in your PT gear when I come back. From there, I'll show you the school and your class rooms, as well as get you your books. Tomorrow will be your first day of class." With that, John left while Amon and Robin set up their rooms.
To Robin, it seemed strange that Amon's room was right across from hers, but at the same time she also found some it comforting. Amon wondered how much it would have surprised Robin if she knew that he felt the same way. Ever since the rave two days ago when he kissed her, kissed his Robin, Amon felt a lot of the old him die off. He was never cold, well never to her anyway, not any more, well, maybe on a few small occasions, but that was more business than personal. Amon knew better than anyone that, to show emotion during a hunt would mean someone could get hurt, if not killed, and Robin, like himself, understood this.
'Funny how we both know how to act around each other during work and during our off time.' Amon had thought to himself as he made his bed.
When he was finished with that chore, Amon then unpacked his duffle bag that had his STN-J over coat and his entire black wardrobe - minus the white t-shirts he wore underneath. He then set up his lap top on his secretary, making a note to buy a combination lock so no one would mess with it. When Amon was finished putting his room together he looked around, all and all, he admitted to himself, it didn't look that bad. He figured he would take a shower before changing into his black sweat pants and white t-shirt that he and Robin were issued earlier in the day.
Amon took a look at his alarm clock as he crawled into bed after his shower and saw that it was now a little after eight am. He reached over and set his alarm to go off at eleven thirty, wanting to get up early enough so he could grab a quick bite to eat and be ready for John when he got back to pick him and Robin up for the physical fitness tests. He yawned and turned onto his side, sleep getting the better of him, only to be awakened when his alarm clock went off at exactly eleven thirty. Amon hated it when it felt like he only got a few minutes of sleep.
Since he was up, Amon figured he'd go across the hall and knock on Robin's door to see if she was up. "Robin?"
"Hold on a minute." Robin had just gotten out of the shower, having gone to sleep as soon as she got her bed made, and was up at least thirty minutes before Amon. She threw on her sweat pants and t-shirt real quick before wrapping her hair in her towel and opening the door for Amon.
"Hungry?" Amon asked Robin.
"Not really. I went to the lounge and got one of those energy drinks." Robin replied as she got her sneakers on.
"Bah, those are not as good for you as they say they are. I'll get you a sandwich or something." Robin shrugged her shoulders as Amon peered more closely into her room. He noticed that Robin, like himself, had set up her laptop in the secretary. She had her portable CD player on her nightstand along with her alarm clock. She even had a picture collage on her wall closet that Amon went to look at. They were pictures of her as she was growing up with Bradley and Dave. Some of the pictures had Father Juliano in them, as well as Sister Helen, and one other nun he didn't recognize.
"Who's that?" Amon asked, as he pointed to the picture of the raven-haired nun that looked to be about Robin's age at the time the picture was taken.
"Oh that? That's Sister Mary Anna. She was from Ireland knew a lot about flowers and the hidden meaning behind each color of all the flowers we had in the garden at the monastery." Robin answered, as she took the towel off her head.
"Really, she did?" Amon asked curiously.
"Yes, she even taught me, Bradley, and Dave. Let's see." Robin was now trying to think of some flowers whose color meanings she had learned. "The red Geranium means compassion, Bluebottle means delicacy, and white Dittany means fire." Robin paused and chuckled for a moment. "Sister Mary Anna always said that was the perfect flower for me."
Amon had gotten the joke and had also laughed. There was no argument about a white dittany being the perfect flower for Robin. " What else?" he asked, trying to hide the fact that he hoped she would mention roses.
"Hmmmm, let me think for a moment. Oh yeah, the Hawthorn means hope, while ... let me think ... oh, I know the meanings behind some roses." Amon smiled, she had taken the bait . "Really?"
Robin nodded her head, "I know that a single rose means simplicity, yellow roses mean friendship, while white ones mean innocence."
Amon was close to Robin now. She could feel his eyes on her as she looked shyly down to the floor and he ran a hand through her wet hair. "Pink?"
"That one's too easy." Robin said as she looked up, seeing Amon smile. "They were very lovely, thank you again."
" Not as lovely as you." Amon said, as he cupped her face in his strong hands, bringing Robin's face to his so he could kiss her again.
For someone as cold and uncaring as Amon was, he sure knew how to kiss. His lips softly pressed against Robin's as she let him take control, letting his mouth explore every inch of her mouth, his tongue tasting hers. When Amon was done kissing Robin, he still smiled at Robin, whose face was once again flushed while she was at a loss for words.
" Um, let me just ... uh, get my hair up, and I'll join you for a quick bite to eat before we have to go." Amon nodded and took his place back by the door as he watched Robin towel dry her hair quickly before pulling it up in a bun. Both of them headed out to the lounge and waited for John to arrive.