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As it got later, Karasuma called it a day and headed out for the night before Amon, who appeared momentarily to see what else had developed while he was trying to get himself together. The news about Sakkaki didn't seem to surprise him at all. If he even heard it. He was getting more and more 'out of it' every time they saw him. Michael suggested that he go see a doctor, but he just shook his head at the idea. Amon always though he was just 'tired', it worried Robin and the others that he wouldn't do something about this. Arguing was futile at this point and he went home.

Dojima meandered back into the office around 1 AM sometime, looking bored out of her mind. "This is getting unbelievable." She stated, tossing her bag on the floor and plopping down into the closest chair. She blew a strand of hair out of her face and pouted.

"I take it you didn't see anything either?" Michael asked, keeping his eyes glued to the computer screen. Robin looked between the 2 curiously.

"Not a thing. I stayed right until after closing and not a thing happened!" She said exasperated.

"I kinda though that email was nothing to worry about." He replied, shrugging lightly.

"Its only been one day. You never know what tomorrow is going to be like." Robin put in quietly.

"I don't want to do this again tomorrow." Dojima whined. "Oh well. I better go get some sleep for tomorrow then." With that she sighed and left the office in a slight huff.

"What are we gonna do with her?" Michael asked, yawning and stretching his arms out lazily.

Robin smiled softly, "I have no idea. I think I should be heading home to get some rest too. Don't stay on there too long okay?"

"I won't. I'll have to sleep sometime. Its not like I have anywhere to go." He laughed and waved her out the door. Once she was gone, he sighed and leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling.

"Even I don't have much of a heading to go on for this case." He said to himself, mulling over the things he had found today, which wasn't much. Soulreavers had such a broad range of abilities there wasn't really a list anywhere that would be vaguely any help. He didn't even have a clue what her abilities could be. His thoughts drifted to what they already know. They know she's a Reaver for sure, she is female and she is part vampire. Besides the obvious blood lust, what other traits could she have?

It was all a huge puzzle with more than just a few pieces missing. It was like half the puzzle was missing. Michael got out of his chair and wandered out of the office for a bit, heading downstairs to the vending machine on the main floor. Naturally there were only a few lights on down there, one of them being above the huge, stone, fountain like thing in the middle of the room that was apparently there for decoration.

He made it to the machines and took a moment to decide whether or not he wanted a drink or a chocolate bar. In the end, both looked too good so he walked to the fountain where he usually sat and ate a Mr. Big slowly, saving his can of Mountain Dew for later. When he finished the chocolate bar, he sat for a moment to enjoy the silence.

Then something moved. Immediately his eyes were drawn to movement on the other side of the room, although it was too dark to tell what exactly it was. After a brief moment of panic Michael reasoned that it might just have been Robin, coming back to check on him in the office. However doubt gnawed at him about that. She had only been gone for half an hour.

He sighed again and stood up, tossing the wrapper out before heading in the direction he saw the movement. It could be he was just imagining things, but like everything else he thought of, there was always that little twinge of curiosity, that 'just to make sure' feeling.

He followed the dark hallway which led to the underground parking lot. Michael was determined to make sure he was just seeing things. There were no vehicles to be found down there at that time, so it was easy to see from where the entrance was all the way to the end of the lot.

Nothing. He grinned at himself and shook his head. "That's what I thought." But when he took a second look, a foreign shadow came from nowhere directly a head of him, right where the ramp would be to enter and leave the lot. The street light from outside was behind the crouched figure, it looked oddly feline. Michael blinked a few times to make sure that's really what he was seeing. But one blink was enough, and the figure disappeared.

He turned around and almost ran back inside, if it weren't for another person he ran into first, knocking them over. He was momentarily stunned, until he realized it was a woman he had knocked over. "Oh. I'm sorry." He said, offering her a hand to help her up.

She looked at him for a second with remarkably bright golden eyes, and then accepted the help up. He noticed how small she was at first and realized that's why he didn't see her in his panic to get back in. "Its alright. It happens sometimes." She told him, dusting herself off.

He watched for a moment, forgetting about his panic to get back in. Then it dawned on him. "You do know this is private property, right?" She wasn't suppose to be there.

She blinked a few times, and looked at him innocently. "I didn't know. I actually don't know where I am at the moment." She admitted, talking barely above a whisper.

Michael thought for a moment, "Well, I need your name and address so that the police don't arrest you for this. I'll explain what happened."

She smiled at him and tossed her dark hair over her shoulder casually. "Thank you. My name is Maori. I live in the apartment building called Carlton Highrise, number 406."

He couldn't help but stare while she was talking. He was listening, but not hearing her, paralyzed, yet able to move. Almost like he was on auto pilot. When she was finished, he shook his head, getting back to reality. "Uhh…Alright then. I'll be sure to clear your name."

She smiled again and nodded, "For the record, where am I?"

He deliberated telling her or not where she was, after all he did work for an organization that shouldn't exist. He could be in trouble for telling her anything. But, she looked like the kind of person who would probably soon forget if other things were going on. It was a split second decision. "You ended up at the STN-J."

"STN-J?" She said, mildly surprised by this.

Michael mentally kicked himself. He knew she would ask. "Yes, it's a privately owned business."

"Oh, I kind of figured. I have heard of this place before."

If he wasn't feeling so at ease every time she spoke, he would have been slightly disturbed at how she would know about it. "Oh?"

"Yes, just somebody I saw wearing a jacket labeled STN-J." She shrugged. "I better be going now. It was nice meeting you…Michael." Maori flashed another smile and walked away from him, back up the ramp and disappearing around the corner.

He stood there in bliss for a moment, then shook his head and walked back in slowly, confusion slowly returning to him as he went. Suddenly, he couldn't remember what her name was.

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There you have it. :3 Things might get a little more intense in the next chapter. Please review.