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Chapter Three - Assured of nothing

Robin was taken by Amon 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 being able to see anything in the pitch gloom of the textiles factory. She kept herself quite close, not really knowing where they were going in the building.

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 and desks, a couple of cots were set up in the room, which happened to be the cleanest area of the building by far. The room they found seemed to have be tidied up not very long ago, as the dust layers 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, not even saying one thing. She stored her bag under the cot and sat down, thankful for finally being able to stop and rest for a while. The day had just felt like it was not going to end.

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, he was unapproachable in this situation.

She sat on the cot, listening to the dead silence. She was wondering just how long they would have to be there, yet she was thankful for one thing. He was the one protecting her. That alone made her realize that it might be bearable, with the tall man here with her.

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, all of that was catching up to her swiftly.

The girl rubbed her face and eyes, as she had not felt this tired ever that she could remember. She wanted to talk to Amon more, to get more information on why this sudden flight, but her fatigue was getting harder and harder to fight. She tried to stretch a little, but the exhaustion was weighing down on her.

Unable to shrug off the growing sleepiness, Robin layed herself back on the cot after taking off her shoes and sliding them under the cot with her bag. She wanted to keep herself awake, yet she promptly fell asleep in the middle of her thoughts. Her fatigue winning out in the end.

Amon was out on the old work floor, a cell phone placed to his ear. He had Nagira on the other line.
“ We can’t stay here for very long you know.” Amon pointed out to the man on the other end.
“ 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?” Amon said with a snarl of impatience. “ Hope you have a little more than that.”
“ Just what I read to you.” Nagira said back. “ Can’t give you something out of thin air, you know?”

Amon snuffed loudly and turned to peer into the darkness that encircled him in the old textile factory. He just took a large breath into himself, then spoke once again to his brother.
“ That does not help us, you know.” Amon pointed out, his voice showing a certain level of frustration in it.
“ I can only give you what I got.” Nagira said, seemingly getting a tad irritated with his brother. “ Just lay low there, I will come around at first light with some food for you both, and hopefully I will have a little more information to get started with.” He paused. “ Any requests for me to pick you guys up?”
“ A bottle of strong American whisky comes to mind.” Amon said flatly. “ I’d settle for a couple of beers or a good bottle of Saki at this point!”
“ 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 when his fingertips stroked the hardness of the handlegrip, he strode into the office area feeling totally assured.

He strode into the office and found Robin was already sound asleep on the cot she had picked out. He moved to the side of the cot and looked down at the girl, moving very silently which belied his large stature.

Gazing down into Robin’s angelic slumbering 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 resting. He already knew, he would have little if any sleep.

He pulled out a pack of cigarette from his coat and wandered back out on to the old work floor, just letting the young teen sleep. He did not take a look back, but flicked off the light as he passed the switch, then went on into the gloom of the place..

Standing there in the almost pitch darkness, he looked at the cigarette he had in his hand and pondered it for a second. He hated that he had started this habit all over again, while he had been in the safe house in Hawaii recuperating from getting caught in the factory’s collapse. It had been well over three years since he had smoked one, yet in the safe house he had started up again anyways.

He pondered the smoke for a few moments longer, feeling disgust with the long thin tube of tobacco he held. He just shook his head and brought out the silvery metal lighter from his pocket, jamming the cigarette into his mouth.
“ 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 open space, looking around while his mind was dancing 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 things that he had thought he buried months ago. Emotions for the young craft-user that he thought he had banished from himself, was now right there and unable to be ignored.

He just took another drag from his smoke and tried to get rid of the thoughts again, but found it futile. His mind was holding on to them for dear life, and all he could think about was the pretty tawny haired girl that slept only a thirty or so yards away.