Witch Hunter Robin Fan Fiction ❯ Respect the 'Eve' ❯ Chapter 10

A light sea breeze whipped over the harbor in Tokyo bay. It was a oddly calm day, as the waves and water were almost still, boats were taking advantage of the conditions, heading out before it could change.

Amon stood on one of the piers, looking out at the water. He wanted to enjoy the smell of salt in the air, but his mind was on one thing, Robin. He was waiting for Master and Nagira to come with the boat keys, since they finally had gotten the information on just where this island was located.

He took the last drag off his smoke, and butted it out in one of the public ashtrays that were everywhere on the pier. He looked up the dock to the shore, he was getting angry a little, wanting to be on their way by now, as the noon sun was high in the sky. He did not know whether or not Robin was dead or not yet.

He could not stand the thought of the young girl being in these people's clutches one moment longer than necessary. He vowed that if they did succeed in rescuing Robin, he would tell her his feelings, and not hide them any longer. He never liked doing that, but he knew that if he had the chance, he needed to. Love had always came hard, but when it came to Robin, he had to take that step forward.

The Master walked over to Amon, a couple of large sheets of paper held in one hand.

" We have the marine map, and even a full diagram of the island too." The thin man said, looking serious at the younger man. " By what information I have gotten, I believe I just might have exactly pinpointed where these people have Robin."

" How did you come up with details like that?" Asked Amon, surprised at the Restauranteur's resourcefulness.

" Let's just say my network of people are good at getting this type of information." He smiled softly. " They even sometimes surprise me with what they finally dig up... Because of the gravity of this situation, they did go all out for me."

" Do you know why they have simply taken her, instead of handing her over to SOLOMON?"

Master's face changed in it's expression, it was one of almost sadness. The tall ex-hunter noticed and read the man's face, seeing that the man did know.

" You damned do... don't you?" Amon asked flatly, turning to face the man head on.

" I have gotten information on this group from outside Japan..." He said, his voice holding a hesitation.

" Then... what the hell is it?" He said, angrily urging the man to spill whatever he was knowing.

" I don't think you will like the information that I have gotten." Flatly stated the Barkeep.

" I need to fucking know.." Replied back Amon with his voice becoming animated. " To save Robin, I need to know as much as I can about these Moon freaks."

Master just nodded, knowing the man was right, he did have to know all that he had about these people.

" They are a group who thinks their 'eve of witches' is their jumping stone to being the leading force around the world." He said. " It is led by a witch, only known as Kasai. He believes in strict ceremony of melding himself with their Eve, the resulting children will be brought up literally as killing machines and also new breeding blood of the witch line. With power like that at his whim, he could pick off any of the leaders of the world and others, anyone who may be in his way."

" A Hitler complex?" Amon asked.

" More than that, he knows that the girl, the Eve, is the only one that her children would be always witches, other than the hit and miss of the genetic anomalies that happen now." He sighed, looking at Amon " He is a geneticist by trade, but he knows that the prophecy of this cult he has resurrected after he had read about it in an old book he found, said that it has to be natural.. So he will be impregnating the Eve, rather than doing it artificially as Robin was made." Master looked at Amon. " He thinks himself as the 'Adam' for the witch race, and also their first ruler. The 'Eve' is simply the means to his own glory."

" Then why are they helping SOLOMON?" Asked the taller man, trying to piece it all together. " It has been reported they have hunted many witches with SOLOMON and STN agents all over the place."

Master looked straight at the man, his face very somber with seriousness.

" SOLOMON has the databases of hundreds of witches on the watch list... Collective-Moon used them for information while then 'accidentally' killing certain witches he had deemed as a threat to himself and his Collective-Moon faction, while out helping on captures." Master said. " Solomon might not have a clue to the man's alternate reasons he is helping- I had to really find the right informants, as did your brother." He sighed and continued " SOLOMON thinks they are on top of the witch thing and controlling the Moon faction as they work with them... little knowing their manipulator is one of the most dangerous ones of all, and they have gotten into bed with him."

Amon just got a chill, as he knew for sure that Robin was in serious danger, not to be killed... but greater than death itself. She might end up in servitude and utter servility under this man's warped whims.

Master just looked over his shoulder, as he spotted the tall Nagira finally joining them with boat keys in hand.

" Our boat awaits at the end of this dock." The Barkeep said. " We should get underway... we will get there in a couple of hours."

" Let's go then." Growled Amon, lighting another smoke and striding down the well worn wood of the dock.

The three men made there way down the long dock as a team, each one having a thought in their head. To get to Robin.

Soon, the large forty foot plus watercraft was angling its way out of Tokyo bay, heading out to the open ocean. It angles slightly diagonally to the passing shore, so it will follow the coast northward and a little out so as to have a direct line to the island they sot. At full power to the engines, it steamed forward carrying the determined crew.

Amon was sitting on deck, checking the weapons and ammo that Master had brought onboard for this situation. They were all high military grade machine guns and semi-automatic pistols, both of which could stop a elephant dead in their tracks. The man grunted his approval of what they had for weaponry, and set to work getting them ready.

Master watched the man from the wheelhouse, as Nagira piloted the boat. He could see the long haired man was in his own world, the determination oozed over his face and through the precision he had in getting the weapons ready. The owner of Harry's turned to look at the lanky lawyer.

" With all of these emotions, do you think he just might go absolutely berserk. " The man said

Nagira did not hesitate to bring forth his thoughts, barely waiting for the older gentleman to stop talking.

" With Robin's well-being on the line... I don't think so..." Replied Nagira, looking over at the Barkeep. " He will do this very calculated, methodical, straight forward until he has her back."

" But he never seemed to me like a man who is use to such intense feelings." Master pointed out in his calming voice.

" My brother is as methodical as you can get... when it is on the line, there is no one fucking better to have." Nagira praised, turning to watch where the boat sailed. " He loves Little Robin, I know he has a plan."

" You mean in the short time he saw the diagram I was given of the little compound area, he has planned something?" Master queried.

Nagira looked at Maser, his face showing every ounce of seriousness on its long lines.

" He has one... I can feel it.. And It would not surprise me." He grinned confidently. " Not one little bit!"

Master just nodded and looked back once more back at the man with the guns. He watched Amon's face, and noted every subtlety in the body language of the very powerfully build man for long moments.

He could see the determination and resolve on the squared face, and in how he appeared to be loving to the large weapon he had in his hands at the time, oiling and cleaning each piece. It was as if the man knew just what to do, and was going all out to ready for it.

The barkeeper give himself a nod, as he could see exactly what Nagira was talking about. He turned to watch the progress of the boat as the plowed through the gentle swells of the idyllic seas. He leaned against the wall of the wheelhouse and just took in the ride.