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Iron Rain Part 11
We stepped out of the car and as we walked to the visitor's center our feet made that soft crunching sound in the freshly fallen snow. It was early morning in the town of Hammerton Missouri and true to her word the GPS failed about twenty miles from the tiny community and we had to rely upon the directions Morrigan had given us. Akira plucked a brochure from the clear plastic box and opened up the tri-fold advertisement which she noted had last been printed over eight years prior.
"I'm guessing they don't get a lot of visitors Kouryou," Akira said with a wry grin.
"Apparently not," I replied looking around at the snow shrouded buildings and noted the pristine snow and almost perfect silence broken only by the wind and our voices.
"They have a castle," Akira exclaimed. "Eisermann Castle, a Germanic landmark brought stone by stone from the old country in the late seventeenth century it says."
"Wow, if I remember right that is like way before the Louisiana Purchase. This just gets stranger and stranger you know," I said heading back to the car when I saw movement off to my left.
A solitary figure bundled up and fitting her keys into the glass doors of what could only be Stella's Diner. The door opened and the figure stomped her feet before entering. The door slowly slid closed behind her as one by one the lights came on, and as if by magic other people appeared out of the snow to slowly meander to other store fronts and as we watched the town came alive. With a soft buzz heard over the falling snow the neon lights reminiscent of a bygone time the pink and blue letters came alive 'Stella's Diner'.
A few minutes later that same figure who had unlocked the diner approached us holding what appeared to be two steaming cups of coffee.
"You two really should come out of the weather," the cheery middle aged woman said with a brilliant smile. "Here this'll warm you up and I know the diner isn't open yet but if you want to get out of the wind you are more than welcome to have a seat and I'll get you a bite if you're hungry?"
"How can we possibly refuse an offer like that?" I told her.
"New England area right, no let me guess Massachusetts?" she asked.
"Got it in one..." I said.
"Stella, just like the diner, and you are young man?"
"I'm Nick Shaw and this is my companion Akira Kusanagi," I completed our introductions.
"Ooh my, she is a looker, want my advice you should marry that one." Stella said turning and heading back to her diner.
Sipping our coffee and laughing we followed Stella back to the warm interior of her diner and had a nice home cooked meal. The interior of the diner reminded me of the 1950's and even that homespun attitude of the kindness to strangers seemed like it stepped right out of that very same bygone generation. If this was the way the rest of the town was I think we were going to enjoy our brief visit. Stella had barely turned the sign from closed to open before the morning rush flowed in they were slammed. The ethnic diversity was nothing short of stunning. It was little New York or something as men, women and children of every conceivable nationality, race and creed filed in and found their seat, booth or spot. We had chosen two stools at the counter to sit in and I waved Stella over for a quick question.
"How's the meal sweetie?" she asked.
"Great, don't take offense or anything by this but how big is this town?" I asked.
"No offense taken darling, I think the last census placed us at around fourteen thousand for the town and surrounding farms and factories."
"Nik!" A shout rose up and I turned to see a man in his late twenties early thirties with dark brown hair and eyes with a look that screamed a keen mind that little escaped his perception.
"Who is that," Akira asked Stella.
"Oh that's just Nik Salte our local golden boy he works at the power plant that supplies the town." She said smiling. "He's available if you want his number." She added with a wink.
We finished our meal in silence but couldn't help but watch the interactive nature of the entire crowd as everyone seemed to find time to say hi to everyone else.
"If you are looking for Quinn, he's the one in the booth next to tall blonde chap," Oswald Sebastian Kane said appearing out of the blue and sitting next to me without any warning.
I jumped and he just smiled.
"A little warning next time Oswald," I said biting back more than a few harsh syllables. "I thought you said you didn't know where the ring was or who had it."
"Oh about that I lied, Quinn is old school when it comes to dealing with people. He prefers face to face interactions."
"Oswald, I suggest the next time you make an appearance you do it with some style and grace," Akira said behind him with not a little menace in her voice.
"Dear me love I had no idea you were so protective of Nick here," Oswald said feeling the tip of the Japanese tanto knife pressed discreetly at the base of his spine.
"Keeping him safe is in my job description you might say now let's not upset these gentle folk shall we?" Akira said moving back to sit next to me with a friendly smile the knife never being seen by a single soul.
"Touchy city folk," he said and when I turned on him and he saw the deadly seriousness he had aroused his smile faded. "I take it things have gotten serious then?"
"You might say that, there has already been one attempt on my sister's life," I told him.
"Ah, then please accept my most sincere apology, had I known I would have handled my entrance less dramatically."
"Apology accepted, now why the heck did you lie to me, really?" I asked.
"To test your conviction to find the ring, it is not an item easily traced and few knew where it lay." He said.
"It took me about five minutes to discover who had it and where to find him," I said with a grin.
"Five minutes..." he began to argue but my next word stopped him dead.
