Part Three
"Finally we can rest." Hannah said delighted, opening there hotel door to find two giant beds laid down in front of them with puffy pillows. She jumped cheerily onto the first once she saw, the bed bouncing as she smelled the fresh sheets.
"I'm guessing you didn't sleep much on the ride from New Zealand." Rob said, closing the door behind him and hopping onto the second bed. It was those soft hotel beds.
They were in Sydney, the largest city in Australia with a population of 5.4 million. It was surely a bustling town, but there was one problem.
"What do we do now?" Hannah spoke, turning her gaze towards the ceiling, as she felt tired. She was practically about to fall asleep.
"No, no, no, no, no." Robert panicked, searching through there suitcase and pulling out clothes, the ginormous shotgun, and there stash of money, but apparently something was missing.
"What?" Hannah seemed concerned as she sat up on the bed and rested against the pillow, and William sat on the leather chair sitting in the corner of the room, feeling snug.
"The shotgun bullets, we must've lost them when the plane crashed." Rob sighed, checking around the clothes to see if it was possible that he forgot something. But no matter how much he checked and ruffled the clothes, there was no ammo.
"Well who's going to go get it then?" William asked, sitting up from his chair in his ruffled up hair and blue shirt and white shorts to adorn his white fedora on top of his head.
"I'm too tired. I'm about to-" Hannah's sentence was interrupted by a large yawn, and she already had her eyes closed, nearly instantly asleep.
"I'll get it. You guys stay here, it's a big city and i don't want anyone getting lost." Rob said, as he grabbed a few spare dollars laying on the bed and stashed them in his pocket, as well as a pair of sunglasses.
"I don't think she's going anywhere." Stated William, chuckling at the snoring Hannah who was sprawled across her bed in a tired state.
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Rob approached a small building just south of there hotel. The inside was built like a arsenal, with guns lining the walls and being advertised nearly everywhere. Big burly mean with jackets checked ammo and peeked into the barrel of the gun, feeling the smooth wood and gripping the handles.
Rob felt intimidated as he stepped up to the counter, asking for some shotgun ammunition. The cashier nodded, looking around twice Robs height while he went to the back of the small worn down building to find a pack of ammo, laying it down and asking for a license.
Rob was taken aback, as in america they don't need a license to buy ammunition. He stuttered on what to say, kind of panicking and reached into his wallet, thinking about what to do.
"One second." Rob said, laughing awkwardly when he suddenly grabbed the ammo and turned around, heading straight for the exit with ammo gripped right in his hand. He swore he had never ran faster as he pushed through the door, the cashier realizing what was happening.
Rob stood panicky, not knowing his next move when he spotted a cafe that seemed to be mostly empty. He ran for it, getting hidden in the crowd of people in the street and losing the cashier with the ammo in his possession.
As he ran in the cafe in a panic, he didn't notice the girl in front of him, slamming right into her and her strong coffee, spilling onto him and onto the floor, and it was only then Rob turned around and saw a girls figure.
"Ow." Rob felt the burning coffee spill down his shirt and burned him, causing him to grab a towel from a table and brush it off his shirt, then looking up to see a familiar face. "Daisy?" He said, recognizing that familiar blonde hair and big blue eyes with braces.
"Oh, the guy from the airport. What a welcome face." She then grabbed the towel from him and helped wipe it off his Hawaiian shirt, but the stain was still prominent.
"I'm very sorry." Daisy apologized, padding down his shirt and inviting him to sit down at a table. "Cmon, i'll get you something."
"No it's ok." Robert insisted, sitting down anyways at a comfy seat at a table for two. It looked like Daisy had been studying, her book laid out in front of her with a pair of headphones and a big blue pen, awaiting to be used again.
"Sorry for all this clutter. How was the coke?" Daisy snickered, shoving all of the school supplies into a red book bag while Rob looked at her confused.
"The coke?" Rob asked, in complete confusion to the question.
"The coke I gave you? To suit that beer craving you had." She looked at him judging-ly to make fun of him. He closed his eyes in defeat, smiling a bit at her funny joke.
"It was good, a bit flat. You know, airplane cokes." Robert chuckled with her, giving her a gaze that prompted her to laugh even more, not expecting to enjoy her time with him.
"What brings you to Australia?" Daisy wondered, grabbing her glasses and then taking them off to wipe the dust on them with her shirt, leaving them shiny and clean.
"My- my grandma." Rob lied, not wanting to lie to her, but not knowing why. She annoyed him, for the most part, but it was nice to be around her. "How about you?"
"I live here, duh? This is where I go to high school, i'm working on coding." She announced, sipping on her new cup of coffee. Suddenly a waiter walked over to them, a notepad in hand and she looked at both of them.
"Would you like anything?" The waiter asked, flipping her notepad to fresh page, her pen ready in hand to write.
"Uhm, i'm good. He would like something though." Daisy pointed to Rob, who looked surprised, and hesitated on what to get for a split second.
"Perhaps i'll get a Turkey wrap?" He said off the top of his head, and she jotted it down in her notebook, then looking back up at the duo.
"That'll be $6.50." She politely spoke, putting her hand out. Rob shuffled through his cash, trying to find a 10 but Daisy already beat him, handing the woman her 10. But Rob found something peculiar on of the dollars.
"What's wrong bud? Cats got your tongue?" Daisy laughed manically at her own joke, but saw Rob focusing on the dollar and holding it up to the buzzing light above them. "What?"
"There's- there's some code in this." Rob said, finding a string of numbers with only 1s and 0s located on it, which must be some intentional code.
"Give it here, i'll figure it out." Hannah demanded, snatching the money from his finger tips and holding it up to the light, and her coding knowledge came in useful. "Binary." She grabbed her school notebook and started jotting down words on it, Rob leaning over to see.
"Binary? Is it a code?" Daisy didn't speak as she scribbled down a simple five letter word, occasionally holding the dollar bill up to the light so she could decode again. Once she was finished she placed the dollar down and said the word aloud.
"Opera? Like the Sydney Opera House?" Daisy spoke, the words drifting out of her mouth in varying vocal levels. She tried to think of why it would be on this unassuming dollar.
"I need to go, now." Robert said, grabbing his shotgun ammunition which Daisy hadn't noticed before. The whole last bit of the conversation rubbed her the wrong way as he got up and nearly forgot the dollar, which he grabbed and shoved it deep into his pockets.
The waiter came around the corner to give him his food and he grabbed his turkey wrap, walking out the door.
"Wait, I never got your name!" Daisy called, sitting up in her chair while Rob turned back, preparing to open the glass doors and walk out.
"Robert, but you can call me Rob." He left the cafe in a rush, confusing Daisy and raising her suspicions while she sipped on her coffee.
"Opera? Sydney Opera House?" She rolled her eyes and flipped back pages to her notebook, taking out her blue pen and jotting down important things for highschool.
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The Eight Amulets, Vol. 1
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