The train rolled across the tracks. It was a civilian freight, women, children, and families spread heavy throughout. Piano-saturated tunes played through the machine’s intercom, and it wasn’t uncommon to see a couple twirling around their box. Meal carts were being wheeled down hallways, with tuxedo-clad waiters politely offering their parcels to the patrons. And there was always that one baby that cried incessantly during the whole trip.
Among all of this one red headed soldier slowly dozed off. He'd been this way since he was little, any vehicle, any distance, it knocked him out, like THAT. Chase was sitting next to Dorian, and across from Cura. As he lost consciousness, the soldier wobbled a bit, and finally dropped his head towards his left; on Mr. Gray’s shoulder.
The passengers, and the soldiers, were all oblivious to what was about to happen.
The Conductor’s Car
A portly man whistled a cheerful tune, which was quickly brought to a halt by a trio of tall shadows cast over him. The conductor froze, as he saw the men’s reflections cast in the metals around him. One man, in the center, was bare-chested, a large scar across his torso his skin was painted one half black, and one half white, amber tinted shades over his eyes, he sported a tall afro. One that man’s left, was a man with long, auburn hair, a mask on his face, and long, steel claw-like gauntlets. And on the right, the final intruder dressed rather normally compared to his comrades, wore a plain black business suit, white pale white skin, and messy black locks.
“Well, looks like you catch on quick,” Afro grinned wide, “Good. Aight, Vega, Skelter, watch the door. Hey, where’s your phone pal?” Shaking, the conductor pointed somewhere towards his left. The intruder bowed and waltzed towards that direction.
Back in the other cars…
“Hellooooo passengers!” A sickingly pleasant, raspy voiced man came over the intercom. Carmine yawned and stirred, hearing the uproar outside their box. “As you probably guessed, this is not your original conductor. But I promise you, I’m every bit as qualified as he is. I had a train set when I was little, heh!” Chase shot up.
“What the hell? Hijacking? This was not in the mission description!” He stomped his foot, “Leave it to the Colonel to make me work even harder when I’m away from him…” The green eyed man groaned.
“Anyway though. My job is to take you fine people, to a certain unknown facility where you’ll probably be sold for cheap labor, or something. I don’t know, somebody just wants people. Look, I’m just following orders here, don’t shoot the messenger, feel me? And don’t try and be a hero and stop me, I’ve got several boys hidden among you, and two bad alchemist motherfuckers ready to make your head explode. Conductor, out.”
“Ugh, we were just supposed to be to Aerugo. JUST Aerugo!” Chase smacked his forehead in frustration. “Fine. Boss, your orders?” The soldier asked, just a bit smartly.