Part 8: Mitsume
As Azariel walked into the room, she saw a shape move in the shadows. Turning on the light, she spotted a young man with three eyes, one of which was half-covered by his sandy brown hair. He was missing his left arm, and there were two fingers missing from his right hand.
She sighed, "Mitsume, what are you doing in my room?"
Mitsume narrowed his eyes, "I know what you did…I know you helped Ororon kidnap the girl."
Azariel shrugged, "So what's it to you?"
Mitsume shrugged one shoulder, "We could help each other."
Intrigued, the fallen angel sat down beside him, "How so?"
The bounty hunter shrugged, "I could tell you everything I know about the Seiryu Army's movement toward Ororon, and in exchange, you could help me escape."
Azariel frowned, "No deal. I can already find that out on my own, and I can't help you escape," she paused, looking him up and down, "But I can do this."
Suddenly, Mitsume cried out as his wound began to knit together and heal. Nodding in satisfaction, Azariel passed him a small note.
Mitsume frowned, "What's this?"
The sub-general smiled, "It's a letter of introduction. That way Othello will know you were with me, and not trying to escape."
Trudging down the hall, Mitsume grimaced, Who the hell does she think she is? He narrowed his eyes, There's got to be a way to hurt the both of them…