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"I should be leaving too." Amnity said casually. Vosa barked, as if he understood what his crazy owner said and made his way back down stairs. Amnity followed after him, making sure he doesn't go and tackle over anyone else.

Amnity walked back to her apartment, following after Vosa. It was a bit harder to control him without a leash, he would stop and sniff a fire hydrant or chase a cat which forced Amnity to yell more threats at him. But overall, it was a quiet walk back. She and Zahzi had nothing talk about and everything between them suddenly seemed to become extremely awkward. The soldier finally got back to her apartment and sighed. "....I'll...Go find...Something to cook." She said before making her way to the kitchen. Vosa barked and ran in, jumping on the couch and pressing a button on the remote that turned the T.V on, a trick Zahzi taught him not too long ago.

"You may want this, finally." Zahzi said, putting the book, Amnity had wanted before most of the recent crap happened, and placed it on the top of her head.

He looked over at the TV that Vosa had just turned on.
The news was now covering a man that was barrelling though the city, and then a gunfight that had just occured a few minutes ago.

"Thank you..." Amnity said, balancing the cook book on her head for a minute before taking and reading it.

The broiled salmon she was cooking sat in the oven, it would be another 20 minutes before it was ready for the miso glaze sauce. The soldier sat on the kitchen counter, her apron tied tightly around her waist. She was thinking again....She never thought about something for so long. Amnity bit her lip, kicking her feet a bit as she just waited. If she any experience on how to handle emotions well then this wouldn't be bothering her. Was it supposed to be a life changing moment? Was there a certain thing she needed to do in handling situations like that? She didn't know...And she couldn't ask Zahzi...Zahzi... That name wouldn't come out of her head, it was like it was stapled to her thoughts for all eternity. Now that she recalled what Laviatar asked her, if she had feelings for Zahzi, she couldn't help but think that she did....All of this time. It was strange that she didn't notice that before, perhaps it was because he became so familiar. It was like gazing at a painting that had been hanging in the center of her life for so long, but it was only now that she really examined it to take in the richness of its colors. It had to be Zahzi all along, she admitted, staring up at the ceiling. She remembered him appearing the first time they met, she hated his guts, that arrogant smile of his infuriating her. How he gave her enough courage to finally lapse out of her murderous, senseless ways. Fighting valiantly against a demon two times his own height and power. Using that same strength to save a friend and gently carry her to a hospital. Now that she thought about it, she was unsure how many times he had actually saved her. It was countless, there were too many to remember, but there was something that she was 100% positive of. That she was irrevocably and irreversibly in love with him.
Suddenly, the egg timer rang, the salmon finally cooked. Amnity stared at the oven for the longest time, still thinking. She then sighed, getting off the counter and fixing the food. The soldier took off her apron and tossed it aside, then peaked her head out of the kitchen to watch what Zahzi and Vosa were watching. Vosa barked, smelling the delicious aroma of food coming from the kitchen. He immediately got off the couch and bounded into the room, eating the food that was set out in is own personal plate next to the fridge.

"Not that's just grossly inaccurate." Amnity said, crossing her arms at the ridiculous stories on the news. "They aren't dropping it...I thought they had given up the search already! For the love of-" She watched the film of Roku shooting the camera, just getting a glimpse of the weapon he shot. "Damn! He's got a CZ-75 pistol!....double action 75B, maybe a double action only 75DAO. About a...9x19 Luger/Para, 9x21mm IMI, .40SW chamber...Short recoil operated, locked breech pistol. It uses a fairy standard Browning locking system, with cam-shaped cut below the barrel, lowers the barrel on recoil stroke. Barrel locks into slide with two locking lugs, located just ahead of the ejection port. The slide rides on the internal rails, machined on inside of the frame....Hmm...16 (9mm) or 12 (.40SW) rounds. Not a bad gun..."

Amnity shrugged. "Only 2. One of my full-size CZ-75s has all-steel construction and several compact models. The other one is actually a CZ-75 P-01, it has an aluminum frame with steel slides." She wanted to watch the T.V more, but there was food on the table and she was hungry. "Now get your a** off the couch and get your food, it's on the table."

He continued to run through the city even in some back ally's, anything to keep from being seen and filmed. "This would be the downfall of my proffession, damn reporters." He said as continued to run. He started to hear rumbleing in the distance like helicopter blades spinning. "Oh crap" He said as his eyes widend. He then went into an all out sprint trying to get away from the helicopter. He glanced over his shoulder and noticed the big number on the side, recognizing it as a tv helicopter. "Damn, it's to big to shoot down and even if it wasn't it'd would still casue unneeded damage...how do I get away?" He thought to himself as he continued to run. Hoping to catch a break away from the Helecopter.

The Helicopter was rather persistent in it persuit of Roku. Finally Roku had reached the end of his patients. Roku quickly span around and drew his gun pointing at the hellicopter. The pilot held back on the control stopping the helicopter in mid air. Roku was about to squeeze the triger but befor he could a bullet whirled by his head. out of instinct Roku dived behind a car for cover and waited for a moment to get a chance to see his would be attacker.