"Here, take these, they wouldn't look for you there. Security is high. Maybe you can find your purpose there, Typhon."
"Thank you, uncle."
"May the gods be with you."
Typhon Yamato gripped the Katana strapped to his side. His blue armor flashed in the firelight as did his amber eyes, which shone with determination. His uncle nodded, handing Typhon a handful of papers.
"Your work is as fine as ever," Typhon examined the papers.
"Thank you," his uncle nodded.
Typhon's white trousers rustled as he moved quickly across the room, shoving the papers into his satchel. Pulling on his silver and azure coat, he double checked his water canteen to make sure it was full. His uncle followed him to the door.
"I'll cover your tracks," he said. "But I don't know how long I can hold them off."
"I'll take as much time as you can give me," Typhon answered.
"That I can do," his uncle replied.
Typhon nodded, "Thank you."
"Of course," his uncle gripped his shoulders. "You were always my favorite, you know."
Typhon smiled a little, "Thanks."
"Good luck," his uncle handed him a torch and opened the door.
"I'll need it," Typhon answered.
With that he slipped out the door.
Ghara stared at the paper in front of him, before wadding it up and throwing it into the trash can. He shouldn't have grabbed it when they were in town for the weekend, but it looked like the only one. A Yamato Family's call for a bounty hunter, perfectly arranged as a little girl's missing kitten. You had to read between the lines to get the true message, one that bounty hunters knew. Sighing, he sat back in his chair. The others would be back soon, hopefully. He didn't like being alone anymore.
Sorry its so short. Theater performances keep me up and I'm dead tired. Hopefully another chapter soon!