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1: Of Gods and Lolitas

Warmth.� Glowing warmth.

Amon at
once wanted to groan aloud and snuggle further into the bed with the girl
curled into his side.� The usual guilt
and panic which accompanied these moments upon entering wakefulness quickly evaporated
as he realized that Robin was still asleep.�
Slowly, his free hand slid down to cover her small one resting lightly
on his chest.� Amon stared upwards at the
ceiling and listened to Robin�s slow breathing, feeling her heart beat steadily
against his side.

It was wrong.�
It was so wrong for him to enjoy these moments.� He had absolutely no business allowing Robin
to sleep in his bed with him in the first place, much less to take pleasure
lingering in their close proximity.� She
shifted in her sleep as if in response to his inner thoughts, her small foot
rubbing along his shin.� A small murmur
escaped her lips as she moved closer still, Amon�s arm instinctively tightening
around her shoulders.� Long, soft hair
fell over his arm when Robin shifted again, her arm snaking over his
chest.� Closing his eyes in a futile
attempt to ignore the feel of Robin beside him, Amon desperately tried to focus
his thoughts on something other than the girl sleeping nearly on him and the
growing bulge between his legs.

This wasn�t a normal sort of thing, was it?� A grown man falling for some adolescent girl,
taking her as a ward and later allowing said ward full access to his bed any
time she wished?�

For a moment, Amon frowned as he contemplated the
matter before giving up in exasperation.�
If anything, the truth most likely came down to the fact that the two of
them were lonely and at night gave in to their vulnerability.� He did not think this was a normal sort of
thing, but on the other hand, Amon had never had much of a normal sort of
life.� The only person he could safely
take this issue to was Nagira�and let�s just say, that
sounded less than appetizing to Amon.�
Nagira never failed to take advantage of any situation of which he could
mercilessly remind Amon of his interest in Robin - no matter how hard Amon
himself vehemently denied any such interest.�
Sometimes, he wasn�t sure why he kept up the charade; possibly it was
due to himself having yet to come to terms with the idea of loving a girl�or a
witch�and some part of him realized that it was blatantly obvious that he
indeed did have feelings for Robin.�
In fact, Amon had a sinking feeling that it had been obvious for quite
some time.

Not that Robin realized this.

No, not that girl.� She was far too preoccupied with her own
feelings, not to mention coming to terms with being a genetically engineered
super witch.� That sort of thing
generally came as a shock and took a bit of time getting used to, Robin being
no exception.� Also, she tended to
mistake his aloofness for dislike.� She
seemed incapable of realizing that he in fact did genuinely care for her.� Amon paused in his thoughts.� Well, he guess he had spent so much
time keeping her at a distance and spouting all that �witches need to hunted�
bull, which just might have influenced what Robin believed he thought of
her.� Not only was she a witch, but the
witch who could save the witchdom.� Hmm.� Who would have guessed that such an
incredible power would lie within someone so sweet and innocent.� Someone so gentle and
loving.� An image of the coy
expression Robin had worn the night before appeared before Amon�s face.� So maybe she wasn�t that innocent, he
reassessed, but still rather na�ve in other areas.

Without realizing it, Amon�s thoughts quickly
shifted directions.� If she wasn�t so
reserved in her nature - and hadn�t grown up in a convent as well - he mused
over what she would have been like.�
Would she be more aggressive towards him with her desires?� What did she really want with him
anyway?� Had her thoughts matured enough
to desire sex?� Or did she merely desire
a kiss?

Amon
raised the hand not around Robin�s shoulders to cover his face in frustration,
a small sigh slipping between his lips.�
His hand slid back, pushing through his hair a bit and he turned his
head to the side, squinting at the sunlight streaming through a small crack in
the curtains.� These were not questions
he should be asking himself.� They were
wrong�and inappropriate�and wrong�

If only she was just a little older�

The internal conversations always ended with the
same wish.� Merely a few years could have
eased his mind considerably.� Even
eighteen would have made Amon paused at the idea of pursuing a relationship,
but seventeen made him outright balk.� In
the meantime, Amon continued to age as well.�
It just seemed unfair.

If only�

It did no good for him to wish away Robin�s
age.� He had to accept that this was the
hand life had dealt him.� Besides, she
was still a witch and while Amon had mostly accepted this fact, he was still
uncomfortable with the idea of becoming seriously involved with one of those.� What he really needed was find himself a nice
fully human woman and settle down one day�

Like hell.�
Who was he kidding?� Amon had
tried that in the past.� Touko had merely
been the last in a string of many highly attractive non-witch women.� None of them had been right; none of them
were like, well�her.� Frankly, a
part of Amon had given up on ever finding a truly compatible mate until he had
met Robin.� In many ways it felt as
though she was the perfect compliment to himself.� She never tried to overtly change him and
even put up with all of his morose crap, which was always a plus in Amon
relationships.� The other women he had
been with had usually genuinely loved him.�
They just didn�t know him.� Amon
never let anyone in; never let anyone within the wall he had spent most of his
life creating.� Robin, on the other hand,
had managed to nearly pulverize the gate to his heart in a matter of mere
months.� He still hadn�t granted her full
access, but she had definitely been allowed more permission than anyone else
had.� It didn�t matter anyway.� He didn�t have much time finding a woman while
he took care of the girl.� Again, Amon
felt his thoughts gravitate towards the injustice of the situation.

Robin shifted against him, bringing Amon back to
the present.� She was awaking, stirring
gently against him as she stretched in the little bit of morning light sneaking
through the drapes.� Still half asleep,
Robin lifted her hand from beneath Amon�s and rubbed at her eyes.� She brought her head up from his shoulder and
squinted at him.� Seeing that Amon was
already awake and looking down at her, Robin propped herself up on an elbow,
her face brightening into a smile.�

Now there�s a face I could spend the rest of my
life waking up to.� The
thought came sudden and unbidden, startling Amon.� Never had he had that thought about a woman
before.

But she�s not a woman yet, an
irritating voice reminded, cutting through his reverie. His focus returned to
Robin, now staring quizzically up into his face.� Amon cleared his throat.

�Sleep well?� he asked.� Her face brightened again and she nodded her
head.� �That�s good.�� Gently, Amon pushed Robin�s shoulder back as
he sat up.� A moment later, she was at
his side, peering into his face.

�How was your sleep?� she asked demurely,
watching intently as Amon yawned and stretched his arms overhead.� His shirt lifted slightly, revealing a bit of
his toned abdominals. Robin�s eyes dropped ever so slightly and she blushed as
she turned her face away.�

�Fine.�

�So, what should we do today?� she asked,
glancing back to him from the corner of her eye.

Amon
pulled his shirt back down into place and shrugged.� �What do you think we should do
today?�

Robin looked fully to him in surprise.� �What?� she asked blankly, surprised at this
turn of events.� Usually, it was Amon who
decided where and when they would go - anywhere.

Scooting back on the bed until his back rested
against the headboard, Amon gave another little shrug.� �I don�t feel like making the decisions
today.� So?�

Robin�s brow crinkled in surprise as she mulled
over the question.� �Well�� she began
before quickly trailing off.� She looked
down to the bed and frowned.� �I�m not sure.�

�Maybe we should eat first?� Amon suggested,
fighting back a smile at his confused little ward.

Immediately, her face lit up. �Yes!� she
exclaimed enthusiastically, before blushing again and looking away.� �What I mean is,
that sounds good.�� She paused, her eyes
staring off in space.� �I�d like a bit of
coffee, too,� she added.

Amon
fought the urge to roll his eyes and exited the bed.� Robin always liked a bit of coffee whether it
was early in the morning or late at night.�
�We�ll make sure to get you some coffee first thing.�� He walked to the window and pulled open the
curtains, squinting in the bright morning sun.�
Another beautiful sunny day.� �Do you want to get ready first?� he offered.

�Alright.�� Robin jumped off of the bed, quickly
gathering some clothes into her arms and nearly skipping to the bathroom.� �I�ll be out soon,� she added, poking her
head around the door.�

Amon
nodded back to her, then turned towards the
window.� He managed to spend a few
minutes enjoying the scenery until his mind began to sink into the
gutters.� Don�t think about it,
the voice in his head warned.� Don�t
think about the naked girl in the bathroom just a few feet away from where
you�re standing.� He rested his head
against the glass of the window, no longer seeing the morning sky.� You�re not helping matters, a
different voice shot back.� An image of a
naked young Robin standing in a shower with her back turned towards him came
flooding before his eyes, wet long hair trailing down her smooth back.� No, no, NO! his
mind screamed.� Besides, she usually
takes a bath, not a shower, another voice helpfully noted.� With all of his remaining willpower, Amon
managed to push the thoughts from his mind.�
Looking down, he stared blankly at his white knuckles of his hands
grasping the windowsill and sighed.� This
was bad, very bad.� As time went by, Amon
found himself more unable to avoid such thoughts.� He was quickly moving from love to lust as
the days progressed.� For God�s sake,
the girl is sleeping with you at night!�
And you let her.�
There was only so much temptation one man could take.� Even if that man was Amon.

From behind, he heard the bathroom door open and
Robin lightly padding towards her bag.�
She paused shortly after reaching it.�
Amon could feel her eyes boring into her back and imagined the confused
look on her face.� Making an internal bet
with himself, Amon blanked his expression and turned to face her.� Yes, definitely obvious confusion on that
pretty young face over her guardian�s strange behaviour.

�I�ll be out shortly,� he said tersely and rushed
past the increasingly perplexed girl.

* * *

Breakfast proceeded more or less well, given the
thoughts circling within Amon�s mind.� He
even managed to be somewhat civil towards Robin and not utterly aloof as he had
been after they had first begun sleeping together.� On the other hand, it was difficult for him
to remain angry or upset with the girl for very long.� Robin�s incessantly hopeful face and
ever-present desire to please him always managed to creep past his wall and
work it�s magic on his heart.� Damn heart.

Nonchalantly, Robin reached for her ritual daily
espresso and brought it to her lips.� She
gave a pause then looked straight at Amon.�
�Have you thought any more of what we discussed last night?� she asked
in a business-like tone.

He should have known the matter was far from
finished.� If ever Amon made a decision
which displeased Robin, she would spend days, sometimes weeks, trying to wear
him down.� Her results were hit or miss,
depending on how firmly Amon was attached to a specific decision.� Unfortunately for Robin, this happened to be
one of those decisions set firmly within stone.

�Actually I hadn�t,� he responded, looking away
and reaching for his own coffee.� Terrible
stuff really.� Amon had only begun
regularly drinking the sludge since working with Robin.�

Immediately, Robin�s face fell slightly, replaced
a moment later by her trademark coy look.�
Amon steeled himself.� He could
not - would not - allow Robin to turn his mind on this matter.� Even if she did look rather
attractive with that look on her face.�
Amon could easily conjure an image of her crawling up to him in bed
wearing just this expression combined with some sexy lingerie -

Amon
started suddenly.� Shit!� This was most certainly not the time to be
thinking such things while in public and Robin sitting directly in front of
him, staring at him all the while.�
Picking up his coffee again, he threw it back, nearly scalding his
throat as it slid down.� At this point,
Robin looked utterly bewildered.

�I�ve already made up my mind on the matter,�
Amon began, willing his voice to remain neutral and steady.� He looked down at his plate.� �Don�t ask me about it again.�

Silence.� Once Amon had
gathered enough courage to sneak a peek at her, he found Robin staring down at
the table with a crestfallen expression.�
Part of Amon felt guilty about making his young ward upset�but not
enough to change his mind.� Robin leaned
forward suddenly and Amon steeled himself.�
Be strong.

�Do you think we could go to the grocery store
today?�

�Wh-what?� Amon asked dumbly,
completely thrown off by this change in topics.�
�Um, of course.�
We�re getting rather low on food in the kitchenette.�� Actually they weren�t, but it was a welcome
change of conversation for Amon.

Robin nodded her head thoughtfully then returned
her attention to the espresso cup.�
Having already finished two so far this particular morning, she
nonetheless signaled the waiter and ordered another.� Amon didn�t bother to stop her, having long
since lost his battle to curb Robin�s caffeine intake.� A fresh, steaming little white cup was set
down before her.� Gently lifting the cup
to her lips, Robin closed her eyes and took a small sip.� A small smile crept over her lips and a faint
mmm escaped her mouth.� Amon felt a familiar sensation within his
pants and turned his head quickly to stare out the hotel restaurant�s
window.� Jesus Christ!� Today was going to be a long day indeed.

Once Robin had finished her espresso, Amon paid
the bill and the two prepared to leave for the grocery store.� He reasoned that this was just the sort of
outing needed to clear his head.� As they
were about to leave, Amon noticed an attractive boy about Robin�s age staring
at his ward.� Robin�s head swiveled
towards the young lad, catching his eye, then blushed and quickly looked
away.� God help him, Amon could not stop
himself from giving the boy a stern and intimidating glare as they passed.� Anger swelled within as the boy merely raised
an eyebrow and gazed back calmly, unfazed by Amon�s attempt at intimidation.

* * *

�Does this look good�Amon?�

The hesitant voice at his side brought Amon back
to the present with a jolt.� He turned
around to find Robin looking ever-quizzically at him with a box of crackers in
one hand.� If he didn�t find some way to
take his mind off of the situation, Amon feared that within a week that
confused expression would be permanently etched into her face.

�Sure,� he replied with a shrug of his shoulders
to indicate that he did not care one way or the other.� Happily, Robin plopped the carton in the
basket Amon held in one hand and returned to browsing the shelves.

While it was true that neither were great cooks -
or even some sort of basic cooks to begin with - the thought of eating endless
meals out had grown less than appealing over the past couple of years
together.� It was in these moments that
the two packed themselves off to the nearest grocery store foraging for
food.� Most of the hotels in which they
stayed usually had kitchenettes and the two tried to keep it well stocked. Of
course, since neither could cook well, there was plenty of instant food mixed
in with a hodge-podge assortment of various supplies that were less than useful
for creating a decent, well-rounded meal.�
Not that either of them knew enough about cooking to fully comprehend
this little fact.

One surprise Amon had
discovered since living with Robin was the girl�s voracious appetite.� She had apparently concealed this when they
had worked together at Solomon.� It was a
mystery to Amon how the tiny girl could eat so much and yet not gain another
ounce.� Luck of the youth, he
thought bitterly.� He had the jealous
wish that he too still had that sort of metabolism.

An attractive, blonde woman about Amon�s age and
dressed sharply in a business suit came into the aisle, her attention
immediately coming to the man in her path.�
She gave a demure smile as she walked past Amon and Robin, feigning
interest in the various boxes on the shelves.�
After a moment, the woman glanced over her shoulder to Amon, blushing
lightly as their eyes met.� A temptation
which Amon could not resist, his eyes ran over the woman�s body as she left the
aisle.� He turned back to the task on hand,
only to find Robin staring at him with an openly displeased frown.� Amon guiltily looked away as the girl�s eyes
jealously slid to watch the other woman walk into the next row.� Robin swiftly turned on her heel to resume
scanning the goods upon the shelves.

A few additional items went into the basket
(couldn�t get too many things, seeing as they had walked to the grocery store
and therefore were required to haul the items back to the hotel) and the two
silently proceeded to the check out counter.�
Robin stood icily to the side, leaving Amon to take care of the
transaction.� The process finished, he
took the bags and the two silently exited the store.�

They lingered in the mid-morning sun a bit,
leisurely continuing along the street.�
Robin strolled in front of Amon, looking into various shops at the
selections within the windows.� For a
moment, Amon considered offering her the opportunity to go into the stores, a
sort of peace offering, before stopping himself.� He had been with her long enough to know that
today Robin was merely looking around randomly and not really interested in
purchasing anything.� She was really just
letting the situation pass on her own time.�
So, he let her window shop and followed a few paces behind.�

Perhaps it was the slow feeling of the morning
which lulled Amon into a false sense of security.� The incident in the grocery store fading into
the mists of the past, Amon�s eyes slowly ran down Robin�s figure, taking in
her golden hair stirring gently in the light breeze, over her thin mauve
sweater hugging her curves and down her calf-length black skirt.� She stood with her back to him, making Amon
pause as his eyes ran up her body.� A
mixture of desire and hesitation passed over him as he watched her.� As a general rule, there were just some parts
of Robin that Amon considered off limits to his eyes.� But there was something about the day that
had relaxed Amon.

What the hell�Amon
thought before his head tilted ever so slightly to the right and his eyes landed
appreciatively on her tiny rear.

�My God, you are going to hell,� a male voice
whispered liltingly into his ear.� Amon
immediately froze then turned his head to the side, glaring into his brother�s
face - which was frighteningly close to his own, he noted in surprise.� Nagira grinned back at him.� �Like what you see?� he added.

Amon
ignored him, choosing instead to take a few steps forward but still remaining
far enough behind Robin so that she would not notice his presence.� Needless to say, he didn�t want to chance her
overhearing the inevitable conversation.�
He rolled his eyes and turned to face his brother, feet planted firmly
on the pavement.

�What do you want,� he said flatly.

�Hmm, nice greeting,� Nagira began with a knowing
smile. �I think the real question is, what do you
want, little brother?�� He pulled out a
cigarette from beneath his coat.� �No,
strike that.� I think I have a rather
good idea of what you want at the moment.�
Want one?�

Amon
shook his head.� �No, I don�t want
one.� What makes you think you know what
I want?�

Nagira
gaped back as though his brother was insane.�
�Are you serious?� You mean
besides the fact that it�s blatantly obvious?�
Okay, fine.� How come you didn�t
hear me come up to you?� The old you
would have easily heard me, but you appeared to have�other�things on
your mind.�� Nagira grinned
his Cheshire
smile again.� �Did you like it?�

Mind reeling from the overt implications of his
brother�s words, Amon didn�t quite grasp his brother�s last question.� �Like what?� he asked blankly.

Nagira
rolled his eyes.� �Her ass.� Did you like her ass?�

�What?� Amon replied,
growing more tense by the millisecond as the
nightmarish conversation progressed.

�Don�t tell me that�s
not what you were looking at.� Trust me,
one can always tell when a man is staring at some woman�s derriere.� So, did you like Robin�s ass?�

Robin.� Ass.� Two words Amon did not want to hear in the
same sentence.

�Could you stop saying that?� he asked, shifting
uncomfortably and casting a quick glance over his shoulder at the girl in
question. Dear God, if she happened to overhear�

Amon
shuddered at the thought.

�What?� Nagira replied
innocently.� �Ass?�

�Yes,� Amon
hissed.� �Stop saying ass.�

Nagira
chuckled then walked forward a few paces, his gaze falling over Amon�s shoulder
at the girl behind him.� �It�s not place
to say so, seeing as I consider Robin some long-lost sister, but I have to
admit that she does have a rather nice figure.��
He paused to study her.� �Slight
build, nice legs, tight rear�not so much to speak of in the bosom region, but
there are worse things.� Nagira tossed a glance to Amon.� �I get the feeling though that you�re not
just interested in what she looks like.��
He grinned at his brother�s unease.�
�You know, you really need to get laid,� Nagira commented with an amused
smile.� �You�d feel more relaxed.�

�With whom?� Amon snorted. A memory of the woman in the grocery store
came to mind, but he quickly pushed it away.�
A one-night stand was definitely not what he needed at the moment.� However, he couldn�t yet bring himself to
think about what he did want.

Nagira
paused and nodded thoughtfully.� �I guess
you have a point there.� Don�t want to go
sleeping around when there�s a girl waiting for you at home.�

Amon
rolled his eyes at the last comment, but decided it was useless to argue
semantics with Nagira.� �I don�t think
she�s too happy with me at the moment, after this afternoon.�� He cringed.�
Since when did he begin thinking aloud?�
First the slip up with the tattoo last night and now
this.

�Oh?� Nagira asked as
he straightened.� �Did something happen?�

�No,� Amon responded,
glancing to his brother out of the corner of his eye hoping for the best, but
realizing that there was no fooling Nagira.

�What happened?� he asked eagerly, taking a hold
of Amon�s shoulder.

�I, uh�well, she happened to see me�looking at
another woman.�

Nagira
gaped at him, his face incredulously.�
�You�another woman�� he trailed off.�
His hand rubbed at his chin and his gaze moved to Robin again, still
completely oblivious to Nagira�s arrival.�
�Jeez, if I were Robin, I�d be pretty pissed, too.�

Amon
sighed in exasperation and leaned against the outer wall of a building.� �It wasn�t as though it was purposeful.� It�s a natural male response,� he added out
of irritation.

�Yes,� Nagira nodded
sympathetically.� �Yeah, I know how that
can be.�

�What?� Amon
retorted.� �You haven�t been in a serious
relationship in years.�

Nagira
began to speak then closed his mouth and looked away.� �Yeah.�� He glanced back to Robin.� �Well, I guess I should probably announce my
presence now.�

Replacing his somber expression with an easy
smile, Nagira strolled up to Robin and tapped her shoulder.� Amon remained a few paces behind, watching
closely as Robin first tensed then brightened upon seeing Nagira.� A jealous pang ran through him as she easily
threw her arms around his brother and gave a big hug.

�Are you staying for awhile, Nagira?� Robin was
asking hopefully as Amon approached the two.

�Sort of,� Nagira
replied, easily wrapping an arm around her shoulders and winking to Amon in the
process.� �I came to pick someone else
up, but couldn�t resist stopping by to see you two a little early.�

A peculiar look came over Robin�s face, but Amon
dismissed it as being surprise at Nagira�s sudden appearance.� He cleared his throat.

�We should probably get back to the hotel to put
these groceries away.�� He ignored
Robin�s incessant glare and led the way back to the hotel.�

* * *

Amon
paused as he reached the door to their room, a moment of panic overtaking
him.� What if the hotel maid had not yet
come?� It would take Nagira all of three
seconds to realize what was going on with him and Robin.� Amon did not need to add more fuel to the
fire where his brother was concerned.�
Sensing the two behind him sharing puzzled looks, Amon reached out and
swiped the key card, immediately relaxing as he entered the room.� Fortunately, the maid had already come
through, erasing all traces of the night before.� Amon tossed the key card on a table and
proceeded into the kitchenette to deposit the bags.� From the other room, he could hear Robin
rustling around.

�I�m going to get some ice,� she announced,
holding up the ivory plastic bucket.�
Robin turned her attention to the older brother.� �Nagira, could you come with me?� she asked
as she grabbed his hand and dragged the bewildered man from the room.

Amon
blankly watched them leave, then returned to the task
of putting away the measly amount of groceries.�
Teenage girls.

* * *

�What�s going on?� Nagira asked as they walked
down the plushly carpeted corridor to the ice
machine.� �Don�t they have people here
who will get you some ice if you ask?�

Robin didn�t answer until after they had rounded
a corner, checking to make sure that they were alone.� She looked up. �I�m glad you stopped by when
you did.� I need you to do something for
me,� she said quietly.

�And what is that?� Nagira asked slowly, getting the
distinct vibe that this was something she wished to keep from her guardian.

She extracted an incredibly tiny tube from her
pocket and held it out to Nagira.� He
glanced at her curiously then picked it up with his forefinger and thumb.

�Looks like some sort of fancy microfilm case,�
he murmured in surprise, holding up the tube to his eye.

�Like what?� Robin asked.

�Microfilm.� It�s a type of analog data storage no longer
commonly used.�� He frowned.� �Where did you get this?�

Taking a deep breath, Robin steadied her
nerves.� �I-I found it�you know the red
amulet I have?�� Nagira nodded
patiently.� �It was inside of it.� I think this-� she indicated the tube in
Nagira held with a hand, �-might have had something to do with why my mother
left me with the amulet.�

�I thought it protected you somehow.�

�Yes, it does, but�� she trailed off and looked
down to the red carpet.� �It seems like
more than coincidence that this was concealed inside the amulet, given what we
know�about my past.�

�So, you want me to find out what�s on this
thing?�� Robin nodded.� �And is there a specific reason you are
keeping this from Amon?�

Robin gasped at Nagira.� �How did you��

Nagira
rolled his eyes.� �You are easy to read,
Robin.�� Immediately, he regretted his
words when a faint blush covered her face and she looked away quickly.� He paused, considering the item in his
hand.� �I don�t think it�s a good idea to
keep this from Amon,� he said slowly, shaking his head.� �Amon won�t be a very happy camper when he
finds out that you have kept something like this from him.�

�I can�t tell him about this yet,� Robin insisted
quietly, not looking up.� �He�he already
is wary of me with what he knows.�� She
raised her eyes pleadingly.� �What if
there�s something even worse about my past in that tube?� Something to make Amon�� She dropped her head again.� �I don�t know if I could take that.�� Robin clenched the hands at her side.� �Besides, I hardly know anything about Amon�s
past.� Why should he know so much about
mine?� she asked bitterly.

�I understand your anger at the situation and
Amon can be quite stubborn,� he said with a sigh.� �However, there is a difference between his
past and yours - and you know that.��
Nagira lifted the tube back to eye level again, his mouth tightening
into a thin line.� �I�ll find out what
information is here,� he said after a moment.�
�And, I won�t tell Amon either.�

Robin lifted her head and gave Nagira a grateful
smile.

�However,� Nagira
continued, �I strongly suggest that you tell Amon what�s going on.� I could easily be wrong, but I don�t get the
impression that Amon will react negatively to whatever is on this
microfilm.�� Robin slid her eyes to the
side, focusing somewhat on the neutral wallpaper.� �Trust me on this,� Nagira implored, waiting
until she looked back to him.

�Okay,� Robin said at last.� �I guess I can tell him about it.�� She sighed.�
�Later.� Later
today.�

Nagira
nodded approvingly.� �Good.�� He glanced to his watch.� �Shit!�
It�s already one.� Let�s get the
ice and head back to the room.� I�ve got
to get going soon.�� Nagira looked back
to Robin and winked.� �I�ll be back tomorrow, so don�t worry.� I think I should be able to track down
something in the meantime.�

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