Witch Hunter Robin Fan Fiction ❯ Ghosts of the Past ❯ A matter of Need ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Michael was at his station, doing what he does best when he saw Amon stride in. He looked up and felt this dark cloud over Amon’s head.

The lad looked at the man, and saw that he seemed to be in a gloomier mood than earlier. He shook his head, as he knew that he had a message to pass along, and the man’s mood definitely was not in that state to hear it.
“ Amon...” The computer kid called out, looking over his tinted glasses lenses at the fast moving man. “ Mr. Kosaku is looking for you.”
“ Why is he looking for me?” Amon grunted, as he went straight to a computer terminal.
“ He does not tell me squat on that department...” The lad said, snuffing his answer. “ He should be back in about a hour, and told me to make sure you stay here until he arrives back here.”

Amon just nodded his head with a blank stare, as he logged on to the computer, throwing up a mental wall towards anyone there. He was wanting check a few thisgs out, and he was not about to let a young lad stop hom.

Amon made sure that he had the licence number of the SUV completely in his mind, and hoped he had got it all. Hopefully the number would be enough to find even a small lead on just who was driving that vehicle, that way he could find out whether or not that was in fact... Robin he had seen.

With the information on the color, type and the licence number punched in, he hit the return key and waited for the data banks to come up with anything at all that could help him in figuring this out. He sat back, and waited, watching the screen with a great impatience as the computer seemed to be going way slower than it usualy did. He sighed and kept himself composed, and watched the screen...

With a little blip of noise, he computer came back with three hits from the DMV offices He grunted, as this made him know that the number he had , was not a correct one... but at least he had enough for the search..

He read through each entry that had came up carefully, then ran those names through another data banks with various government offices. To his frustration, every one of them seemed to be a potentially the target by way of the age ranges and such all lined up. He decided to try one more data bank, putting it through a national bank of people with children to see who there had twin girls of the same age. In a flash, he got a hit.. And it was only one this time.

Hyroto Sato was the name that came up from his search. The man owned a newer model white SUV, was married, and did have twin girls in the age range that he estimated the children to be in. The man was a business banker by trade, serving many of the larger corporations with financial advice and other services. The man’s wife, Kiko, was a civil lawyer with a large firm in the city’s center district. From all of the details he had now in front of himself, this seemed to be the one.

Amon wrote down the home address of Mr. Sato, and stood up. He thought about telling what he had seen, to explain why he was going to leave without meeting with the Chief, but he thought better of it. They might think he might be going a little nuts, or tell him that he was seeing ghosts or something. Keeping all of this to himself until he knew for sure, seemed the better way to go..

He strode by Michael’s workstation on his way to the elevator.
“ I am leaving now.” He announced with a hollow voice, as Yurika came in to the office, very late as usual.
“ Your leaving?” Sputtered the young lad, as he snapped his head up from his work.
“ That is what I said...” Amon replied. “ I am leaving.”
“ You can’t leave Amon...” Michael stammered.
“ But I am...” Flatly said the man back.

The lad looked a little petrified at the man’s words. He stood up and looked over top of his monitor at Amon, as the man seemed to still be moving to use the elevator.
“ What do I tell Chief Kosaku then? I told you that he wanted you to stay right here until he returned to the office.” Michael asked, with a tense tone.
“ You did...”
“ And your still leaving?”
“ Yes!” Amon said flatly
“ Your leaving... fine! Just tell me where it is that you are going, so I can tell the Chief and make sure he does not bite my ass of for this?” Said the lad, now getting very upset with the man’s attitude.

The man looked right at the spiky haired computer whiz, and seemed to give him a stare that said how annoyed he was at the lad’s insistence.
“ You can tell him anything you fuckin’ want... Hell, tell him aliens came down and abducted me for medical research...” Was the man’s reply, walking to the elevators, passing a confused Yurika who stared around and looked sort of bewildered. “ I said that I was leaving, and that is what I’m doing.”
“ The chief is going to be blow a gasket when finds out that you left, you know.” Michael warned the man.
“ That’s Kosaku’s little problem... I just need to go and do something...” Said Amon, now a little perturbed with the firm words of the young man.

Amon stormed onto the elevator. He never once looked back, as he punched a button. The door hissed shut as he stood there still as a statue, and the man was on his way back down stairs.

Once the man was gone in the elevator, Dojima looked at the Michael with a very perplexed look on her face.
“ What in heaven’s name is his problem?” She snidely asked, flipping her hair with a hand. “ He’s been in a bad mood since he came back, but this one takes the prize... even for his moods. With all of these assignments of Witches to be investigated... her he gets into one of his moods and just takes off.... just like that”
“ Who knows what sets him off like that?” Snuffed the lad loudly, as he eyes the now closed elevator. “ Amon is Amon, you know...”
“ Maybe he needs to go and get laid or something...” She said, giggling with her impish way. “ That always seems to cheers me up, other than shopping.”

Michael rolled his eyes at the woman’s hand at humor. He shook his head and glared at Dojima.
“ Thanks for sharing that, but I am not sure if that would even help him right now...What ever it is that has made him so in a foul mood, he better get it straightened out and get it fast... The chief is going to be furious with him, when he finds out he has left again.”
“ I don’t care if he leaves or not... it’s none of my problem here...” Brushed off the girl, seemingly uninterested with it at all with the situation. “ I’m just going off now...”

Michael just returned to his work, as the lady went off into the back area with a magazine in hand. He knew when the chief returned, this could blow up big time. He sighed, and hoped he was not going to be blamed for it.