Witch Hunter Robin Fan Fiction ❯ Respect the 'Eve' ❯ Chapter 3

Robin was taken to a old run down textiles factory on the city's north end in what could be described as a deserted area. The building was a rickety looking structure, with paint flaking off and the mortar of the brick work crumbling everywhere.

The young girl looked sat the building and crinkled her nose.

" We are hiding her for a few days..." Said Amon, parking the car so it was hidden behind a old garbage bin. " Nagira assured me that there was places for us to sleep in here."

Robin looked at the rickety building that loomed in the darkness, then looking right at Amon. He was already exiting the car by then, and she knew that he was serious. She got out of the car and followed, her carry bag in hand.

The interior was as dilapidated as the outside. Sewing machines and out dated bolts of fabric littered the work floor. A thick layer of dust covered everything, and hung like a shroud in the air as the two made their way through the building.

The young girl follows the man, barely seeing anything in the pitch gloom of the textiles factory. She kept close, not really knowing where they were going.

They found an office area at the very back of the place. It was a large room, sunk right into the concrete of the wall. Instead of office equipment, a couple of cots were set up in the room, which happened to be the cleanest area of the building by far. It had seemed to have be tidied up not very long ago, as the dust in the office space was not very thick.

Amon looked around the office, his expression never once changing.

" It is not that bad. " He said, snuffing. "Nagira has actually succeed in making this livable."

" It's clean..." Commented the girl, not wanting to say what she was actually feeling.

" Guess it works..." Replied the man.

Robin did not show any of the emotions she was having pertaining to their hide-out. She went to the cot that was the farthest one set from the door. She stored her bag under the cot and sat down, thankful for finally being able to stop and rest for a while.

Amon said nothing more to the young fire-user and just stepped out of the room, and vanished into the darkness of the old work area. Robin just wondered where the man was going, but made up her mind not to ask right now, as his brooding mood was looming large.

The girl suddenly felt the extreme weight of tiredness flash through her entire body, making even her arms and legs feel heavy as if they were made out of lead. She had worked all day, then running with Amon tonight. She rubbed her face, as she had not felt this tired ever that she could remember. She wanted to talk to Amon more, but her fatigue was getting harder and harder to fight.

Unable to shrug it off, Robin layed back on the cot after taking off her shoes, and promptly fell asleep.

Amon was out on the old work floor, a cell phone to his ear. He had Nagira on the other line.

" We can't stay here for very long you know." Amon pointed out.

" Littler bro, I know that." Said Nagira, seemingly trying to make it seem not as large as it was. " We are trying to round up a more permanent place to hide you until we can decide whether or not to get out two out of the country."

" I know." Snapped the tall man, half growling into the receiver. " Do we have a line on these Moon people?"

Nagira's voice went silent, and the rustling of paper could be heard from his side of the call.

" I have a informant who has said, without a shadow of a doubt, a SOLOMON agent and a member of this Moon group are in Tokyo right now..." He said, his voice showing a little strain in it. " But that is all we have at the moment."

" No location, or who they might be after?"

" Just what I read you." Nagira said back.

Amon snuffed loudly and turned to peer into the darkness that encircled him ion the old textile factory.

" That does not help, you know."

" I can only give you what I got." Nagira said. " Just lay low there, I will come around at first light with some food for you both." He paused. " Any requests for me to pick you guys up?"

" A bottle of whisky comes to mind." Amon said flatly.

" I'll see what I can do about that.." Nagira chuckled.

The line went dead, and Amon put the cell back in his pocket, as he turned to return to the makeshift sleeping area. He absently touched the high caliber gun that was in a holster under his arm, making sure that he had the weapon still, as he walked. Satisfied that he was still armed, he strode into the office area.

He came in and found Robin sound asleep on the cot. He moved to the side of the cot and looked down at the girl, moving very silently which belied his large stature. Gazing into Robin's angelic sleeping face, he noted the peacefulness she was sleeping in even through it all. He wondered just how she could do that, as he was tired too, but found that somewhere in himself was keeping him from his own slumbering.

He pulled out a pack of cigarette from his coat and wandered back out on to the old work floor, leaving to let the girl sleep.

Standing there in the pitch darkness, he looked at the cigarette he had in his hand. He hated that he had started the habit again, while in the safe house in Hawaii. It had been years since he had smoked, yet he started up again anyways. He just ignored his dissension of the smoke in his hand and lit it anyway.

" Fuck it!!" He said to himself, as the flame of his lighter brought the cancer stick to life.

He stood there in the darkness of the large space, looking around while his mind going around with the last few weeks of his life. His thoughts soon were on the sleeping young girl back in the office. He took a drag and tried to stop himself from thinking.

It was no use though, as his mind did what it was doing still..