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Act 2, Chapter 14: Dead Air, Part
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The motorcycle rolled to a low hum in the dead of night near the old warehouse district of town. Morgan parked her motorcycle under a street lamp near a shoddy one star hotel where the neon lighting didn't even work, only occasionally flicking with the hum of sparks trying to ignite the gas inside the tube and failing. Morgan kicked the bike out, leaning it on the metal stand as Robin climbed off just behind her, dusting off her dress as Morgan hung the helmet off the handlebars, making sure to turn off the huge headlamp in the front of the bike. “...This isn't a train station, Morgan.” Robin commented, Morgan slipped the carrying bag on her shoulder onto the ground with a thud, Robin doing the same and bending down onto one knee as Morgan zipped hers open.
“I know that, Robin. If I pulled up too close to the train station, they'd hear us coming and we'd blow our cover.” Morgan explained, as she pulled out a blue and black uniform along with a mask. She set them onto the seat of the bike, a folded up piece of paper sat next to some basic supplies like canteens and MRE's, along with a pair of binoculars. She unfolded the paper, luckily sitting in the street lamp allowed her to read it quite easily. “So.. What does the note say?” Robin asked, leaning over her shoulder to see if she could read it from a distance.
“This disguise is the official uniform for Silent Fall members. They do not use identification cards, instead they give out confidential pass codes for each mission to ensure they don't have any outside influences. We have several moles inside that you will eventually encounter on this very train ride, the pass code for Silent Fall's current assignment you will be participating is 'Midnight Raven.' The key phrase for the moles will be 'When does the clock tower ring?' If someone says this phrase, then speak with them immediately.” Morgan read out in the dull voice that reminded Robin of a first grader, glancing down just a bit at the bottom of the paper, where there was one small note left that she hasn't read; The number Stella uses on her modified phones.
“1035-5154” Morgan muttered, ripping the edge of the paper with the phone number and stuffing it into the pocket of her jeans, Robin lightly lifting the uniform's jacket to inspect it in a light. “I hope these fit.” She mentioned, before dipping behind the hotel to get dressed, Morgan waiting her turn as Robin came out from the side of the cheap hotel. The mask was a modified hockey mask, painted with a metallic silver paint to make it slightly shimmer. The visage was pure silver, but on the inside of the mask, it was secured with small metal bars to make it sturdier against impacts, there were holes on the eyes, nostrils and mouth to make the senses react properly.
The outfit itself was a dark blue Chesterfield coat, buttoned up with a black shirt and a red suit tie. It featured a pair of black leather gloves, long black cargo pants and a pair of black combat boots. On the front of the jacket hung a small chain from one pocket, featuring a silver trinket of a wolf skull holding a sword in it's teeth. Robin flipped her mask up to take a deep breath, looking over at Morgan. “These must be terrible on a warm day.” Robin commented, Morgan just shook her head, walking past her and getting dressed in her similar looking outfit. It was a bit tighter looking on Morgan, but that was a given as she was about 4 inches taller than her and had a slight muscle mass advantage. “Let's get this over with.” Morgan stated as they abandoned the motorcycle, Morgan turning to look back at it with a sigh as Robin walked down the sidewalk.
“And the delay is...?” Robin asked, turning to look back at Morgan as she stared at her bike. “Just... It probably won't be here when I come back. I saved up for 5 months for the damn thing and I have to lose it.” She complained, Robin just sighing and turning away from her. “We'd be lucky to just have the motorcycle towed, if this goes, bad we could just end up in prison.” Robin mentioned, turning back to walk down the road, Morgan quickly breaking into a jog down the street to keep up with her, tucking the phone into her pocket as well with the numbers as she observed the gate for the train station. It had a couple of Silent Fall members standing in front of it. It made Morgan wonder if the guys running this nearly ancient train station is currently in Elliot's pocket. Where did he get all that money anyway? As they both approached, one of the men raised a hand at the both of them.
“Wait there.” He half warned, hand on the sheathe of his blade as he sauntered up to the two slightly shorter women. “Why are you 15 minutes past the point we asked everyone to arrive?” He asked... Robin slightly stepping in front of Morgan to speak for her, as she questioned Morgan's ability to lie. “How do you expect us to go to the bathroom when there's nearly 100 other people in there?” She asked, the man just slightly shaking his head. “Well... There's only one bathroom, admittedly.” He said, looking off to the side and slightly drifting his hand off his blade, before looking down at them. “The code?” He asked, Robin taking a second to peruse her memory and recall what it was.
“Midnight Raven.” Robin stated slightly louder, puffing her chest out slightly as if she was proud of the fact she didn't forget it this time, the man just gently pointed inside the station with his thumb. “Half of the people get it wrong, sometimes I wonder if this is even working.” He complained, Morgan chimed in, raising a finger as if her point was profound. “Why not use ID cards?” She asked, he just rolled his eyes. “That's pretty much saying 'Hi! I'm a terrorist! We're going to have an official terrorist meeting at the annual terrorist picnic!” He said with blatant sarcasm, Morgan just sighed out of defeat. “Just... It wouldn't work, we're sort of an informal group, we don't need executive meetings.” He continued, Morgan nodded her head and began to step inside.
“Don't mind her, she's new.” Robin said with a chuckle... She felt nervous, but these people weren't just all evil cartoon villains who eat cats to prove how evil they are, They were just people. Admittedly people she didn't understand how they could be so desperate to change the way the world works in such a violent way, but they were all just... people. It was kind of weird that she essentially called these folk enemies to the state and yet could have small talk with them in this uniform. “Just get inside, train's leaving in 5 minutes.” He said, Robin nodded and dashed past him, he gripped the gate and slowly closed it, the rattling of the lock echoing in the quiet of the night.
Robin looked for Morgan, noticing that she was now hunched slightly, looking around the railway platform. The train was sitting on the tracks, all the doors open and the men slowly boarding it as a woman wearing a metal fox mask shouted orders at them. Saying it was their 'time to shine' before shouting to 'get a move on' and issuing various threats. Morgan slowly hopped onto the traintrack, a short 2 foot concrete stoop and overhang to protect the passengers from the rain. A clear yellow line separating the point where it was safe to stand, as any closer would mean you would have your first ever kiss... with a train, potentially your last one too, if you were a betting man.
Morgan slowly walked along the side of the train, a slightly rusty looking locomotive carrying various storage containers, all tagged with graffiti from years gone by. She walked to the back of the train, going around to the other side to hide from the hundreds of men waiting for the signal to actually climb on the damn thing. Morgan found a small ladder near the back, between the last and second-to-last train car. She hopped up, Robin following quietly behind her as she slowly pushed the latch open. It was unlocked, luckily. She popped it open, slowly pushing the door open and quietly stepping inside. When the door shut, the latch locked... They both realized how dark it was. They tread carefully, hoping not to knock anything over. The walls were made of corrugated steel, this must have been some kind of shipping container. Sadly, there was ZERO light. Morgan pulled out her lighter, flicking it on to make a dancing but dim red light they could use for now as they went to find a place to sit.
The motorcycle rolled to a low hum in the dead of night near the old warehouse district of town. Morgan parked her motorcycle under a street lamp near a shoddy one star hotel where the neon lighting didn't even work, only occasionally flicking with the hum of sparks trying to ignite the gas inside the tube and failing. Morgan kicked the bike out, leaning it on the metal stand as Robin climbed off just behind her, dusting off her dress as Morgan hung the helmet off the handlebars, making sure to turn off the huge headlamp in the front of the bike. “...This isn't a train station, Morgan.” Robin commented, Morgan slipped the carrying bag on her shoulder onto the ground with a thud, Robin doing the same and bending down onto one knee as Morgan zipped hers open.
“I know that, Robin. If I pulled up too close to the train station, they'd hear us coming and we'd blow our cover.” Morgan explained, as she pulled out a blue and black uniform along with a mask. She set them onto the seat of the bike, a folded up piece of paper sat next to some basic supplies like canteens and MRE's, along with a pair of binoculars. She unfolded the paper, luckily sitting in the street lamp allowed her to read it quite easily. “So.. What does the note say?” Robin asked, leaning over her shoulder to see if she could read it from a distance.
“This disguise is the official uniform for Silent Fall members. They do not use identification cards, instead they give out confidential pass codes for each mission to ensure they don't have any outside influences. We have several moles inside that you will eventually encounter on this very train ride, the pass code for Silent Fall's current assignment you will be participating is 'Midnight Raven.' The key phrase for the moles will be 'When does the clock tower ring?' If someone says this phrase, then speak with them immediately.” Morgan read out in the dull voice that reminded Robin of a first grader, glancing down just a bit at the bottom of the paper, where there was one small note left that she hasn't read; The number Stella uses on her modified phones.
“1035-5154” Morgan muttered, ripping the edge of the paper with the phone number and stuffing it into the pocket of her jeans, Robin lightly lifting the uniform's jacket to inspect it in a light. “I hope these fit.” She mentioned, before dipping behind the hotel to get dressed, Morgan waiting her turn as Robin came out from the side of the cheap hotel. The mask was a modified hockey mask, painted with a metallic silver paint to make it slightly shimmer. The visage was pure silver, but on the inside of the mask, it was secured with small metal bars to make it sturdier against impacts, there were holes on the eyes, nostrils and mouth to make the senses react properly.
The outfit itself was a dark blue Chesterfield coat, buttoned up with a black shirt and a red suit tie. It featured a pair of black leather gloves, long black cargo pants and a pair of black combat boots. On the front of the jacket hung a small chain from one pocket, featuring a silver trinket of a wolf skull holding a sword in it's teeth. Robin flipped her mask up to take a deep breath, looking over at Morgan. “These must be terrible on a warm day.” Robin commented, Morgan just shook her head, walking past her and getting dressed in her similar looking outfit. It was a bit tighter looking on Morgan, but that was a given as she was about 4 inches taller than her and had a slight muscle mass advantage. “Let's get this over with.” Morgan stated as they abandoned the motorcycle, Morgan turning to look back at it with a sigh as Robin walked down the sidewalk.
“And the delay is...?” Robin asked, turning to look back at Morgan as she stared at her bike. “Just... It probably won't be here when I come back. I saved up for 5 months for the damn thing and I have to lose it.” She complained, Robin just sighing and turning away from her. “We'd be lucky to just have the motorcycle towed, if this goes, bad we could just end up in prison.” Robin mentioned, turning back to walk down the road, Morgan quickly breaking into a jog down the street to keep up with her, tucking the phone into her pocket as well with the numbers as she observed the gate for the train station. It had a couple of Silent Fall members standing in front of it. It made Morgan wonder if the guys running this nearly ancient train station is currently in Elliot's pocket. Where did he get all that money anyway? As they both approached, one of the men raised a hand at the both of them.
“Wait there.” He half warned, hand on the sheathe of his blade as he sauntered up to the two slightly shorter women. “Why are you 15 minutes past the point we asked everyone to arrive?” He asked... Robin slightly stepping in front of Morgan to speak for her, as she questioned Morgan's ability to lie. “How do you expect us to go to the bathroom when there's nearly 100 other people in there?” She asked, the man just slightly shaking his head. “Well... There's only one bathroom, admittedly.” He said, looking off to the side and slightly drifting his hand off his blade, before looking down at them. “The code?” He asked, Robin taking a second to peruse her memory and recall what it was.
“Midnight Raven.” Robin stated slightly louder, puffing her chest out slightly as if she was proud of the fact she didn't forget it this time, the man just gently pointed inside the station with his thumb. “Half of the people get it wrong, sometimes I wonder if this is even working.” He complained, Morgan chimed in, raising a finger as if her point was profound. “Why not use ID cards?” She asked, he just rolled his eyes. “That's pretty much saying 'Hi! I'm a terrorist! We're going to have an official terrorist meeting at the annual terrorist picnic!” He said with blatant sarcasm, Morgan just sighed out of defeat. “Just... It wouldn't work, we're sort of an informal group, we don't need executive meetings.” He continued, Morgan nodded her head and began to step inside.
“Don't mind her, she's new.” Robin said with a chuckle... She felt nervous, but these people weren't just all evil cartoon villains who eat cats to prove how evil they are, They were just people. Admittedly people she didn't understand how they could be so desperate to change the way the world works in such a violent way, but they were all just... people. It was kind of weird that she essentially called these folk enemies to the state and yet could have small talk with them in this uniform. “Just get inside, train's leaving in 5 minutes.” He said, Robin nodded and dashed past him, he gripped the gate and slowly closed it, the rattling of the lock echoing in the quiet of the night.
Robin looked for Morgan, noticing that she was now hunched slightly, looking around the railway platform. The train was sitting on the tracks, all the doors open and the men slowly boarding it as a woman wearing a metal fox mask shouted orders at them. Saying it was their 'time to shine' before shouting to 'get a move on' and issuing various threats. Morgan slowly hopped onto the traintrack, a short 2 foot concrete stoop and overhang to protect the passengers from the rain. A clear yellow line separating the point where it was safe to stand, as any closer would mean you would have your first ever kiss... with a train, potentially your last one too, if you were a betting man.
Morgan slowly walked along the side of the train, a slightly rusty looking locomotive carrying various storage containers, all tagged with graffiti from years gone by. She walked to the back of the train, going around to the other side to hide from the hundreds of men waiting for the signal to actually climb on the damn thing. Morgan found a small ladder near the back, between the last and second-to-last train car. She hopped up, Robin following quietly behind her as she slowly pushed the latch open. It was unlocked, luckily. She popped it open, slowly pushing the door open and quietly stepping inside. When the door shut, the latch locked... They both realized how dark it was. They tread carefully, hoping not to knock anything over. The walls were made of corrugated steel, this must have been some kind of shipping container. Sadly, there was ZERO light. Morgan pulled out her lighter, flicking it on to make a dancing but dim red light they could use for now as they went to find a place to sit.
“So, are we just going to stay in here until we arrive?” Robin asked, Morgan digging through her bag until she felt what she wanted to grab. She pulled out a large black flashlight, clicking the button and placing it on the ground, the light pointing upward and shining bright enough for them to dimly see the rest of the room. “BOOM.” She brashly stated as she provided lighting for the rest of the container. “This is one of those fancy lights you awkwardly shake to recharge, we can use this so we're not completely blinded.” She stated, looking about the room and noticing that on both the left and right side, there was just a couple of barrels of some kind of metallic material, roped down to not move. The trains wheels began to creak, feeling their bodies shift as the fright began to slowly propel itself forward. Morgan casually unzipped her bag, pulling out her sword and gently polishing it with her shirt.
“So... This might be a long train ride.” Robin stated, leaning against the wall. “I know he's your brother and everything, but how did he get into something like this?” She asked, Morgan sighed softly as she hugged her knees. “Just... We were never in the best position. Him and I made money in our teenage years by being couriers. We would smuggle packages illegally through the city when just putting a bunch of drugs, weapons, and other things since putting it in the mail would be both stupid and illegal.” Morgan explained, looking at Robin as she slowly grabbed her long hair and began to braid it so it was out of the way. “He was kind of a bad judge of character and I would always have to give him advice, it was weird because I was like 4 years younger than him and I had more awareness and common sense than he did.” She stated, leaning her back against one of the barrels to prop up her back to rest.
“Yeah but running into a bad man and running into a terrorist group are two different things, how did this end up happening?” Robin redirected, leaning forward and placing her forearms onto her knees. “It wasn't always like this, when I went into high school, Nick said he wanted to make sure there was always food to come back to. I don't know what job he got, but apparently it was with these guys. I don't know what happened to them but apparently he was roped into something much bigger than he thought. This is my only chance to bail him out.” Morgan exclaimed, crossing her arms and looking away from Robin just a bit as the train hit a nasty bump, making the entire thing bounce a couple of inches into the air.
“I'm just not sure this is smart, still. What's wrong with going to prison for a couple of years just as a way to bail yourself out?” Robin asked, Morgan curling a lip and glaring at her. “Imagine you going to jail for something that isn't your fault... Now imagine you're in a prison with a connected group of criminals... The last person who went to prison and leaked any information about silent fall was stabbed over 40 times once he got out... They want people who compromise their integrity killed. Is that okay with you?” Morgan asked with sarcasm and enough anger to stand up, legs wide and fists clenched, Robin raised her hands up and shook her head. “I'm not trying to antagonize you Morgan, keep in mind that I chose to go with you because of how much I care. This is dangerous work and I want you to understand that, so don't look a gift horse in the mouth, alright?” Robin argued back, but Morgan just crossed her arms and turned away.
“Maybe this might go better if you didn't come along.” Morgan said, bitter, but Robin then stood up, brows lowered. “What's that supposed to mean?” Robin asked, nose crinkling a bit. “Well.. Wouldn't I do better if I didn't have someone to second guess me all the time?” Morgan asked, keeping her shoulder turned to her. “Well fuck you too!” Robin stomped her foot on the ground as she shouted, which was strangely not something she would usually do, Morgan didn't respond to her outburst, just slowly walking to the front of the car and popping it open. “I'll be on the roof, holler if you need anything.” Morgan said, clearly still fuming as she slowly climbed up to rest atop the roof. Robin sighed, gently thumping back down onto the cold, metal ground.
Robin dug into one of her pockets to
look at her cell phone, it was an older, flip model, she pressed a
couple of buttons and looked at her contact list, she scrolled down
to her brother and hit the green button to call... only for it to say
no signal. Were they that far out of town already? Or is this box
blocking the cell phone signal. She growled softly, putting it back
into her pocket as she sighed, closing her eyes in hopes of cooling
off. Was closing your eyes kind of dangerous in a train full of
enemies? Yeah, kind of. She didn't really expect to be caught, she
was in the back of the train and it was probably going to be a very
long train ride, even if it's been just a half hour. The ground was
cold and unforgiving stiff, she could feel the bolts pushing against
the sides of her hips and legs that were jutting out from the ground
which she sat on. The entire thing smelled like rust, a rust so
strong it caused her nose to burn if she inhaled through it.
There was a loud popping sound, a metallic one that made her jump from her seat... She looked left, the direction Morgan left in, the door was closed and the light of the little flashlight wasn't enough to cover the distance. Then she looked right, the door was slightly open as a beam of moonlight shot through it. Just behind the cargo container on the other side of the door was a caboose. A place the crew would rest and a secondary engine for the train when it needs to reverse itself, a train can't turn around on a goddamn rail. Robin's pulse began to race... Who opened that door? Was it Morgan? She stood up, slowly walking over to her bag and unzipping it slowly, hoping to not get the attention of whoever opened the door. Her spear was assembled by twisting together three parts, but the blade itself could be used as a sword thanks to the foot long handle just underneath the 14 inch blade. She gripped her hands around the handle as she heard a rustling from behind, the sound of metal echoed through the container as Robin's blade crashed with a blunt blade.
Sparks flew as the person who attacked her leaped back into the distance. Robin backed closer to the flashlight, only for the man to leap at her again, this caused her leg to stumble back, kicking the flashlight over as her only source of light disappeared, leaving her in the dark against an unknown assailant. “AHHHH!” She shouted, not 100% sure what to say to get help, knowing that Morgan was currently residing on the roof and could possibly help within seconds. “Quiet!” A male voice rang back, a bat swinging at her head as she instinctively ducked it, a trait she leaned from the countless hours of basic training, the sound of a weapon swinging through the air giving her enough leeway to roughly dodge. He backed off again, as Robin realized that being in the light for so long meant her eyes wouldn't adapt to the light fast enough... She was completely at the disadvantage. The bat swung at her stomach, smacking her in the stomach and knocking the wind out of her, making her lurch over and collapse onto a knee, she wasn't ready for it and her pulse couldn't react in time.
The other door bashed open, Morgan rushed through the door, blade in hand as she looked around to see what was going on. She ducked to grab the flashlight, her claymore impressively in one hand as she looked to the man standing over Robin. In one pulse fueled lunge, she smashed her shoulder into his side, knocking him onto his back, she threw the flashlight to Robin, before pushing the edge of her blade close to his throat. “THOUGHT YOU COULD GET ONE ON US, MOTHERFUCKER!?” Morgan growled, Robin grabbing the flashlight and shining it in his face. “Aw, fuck!” he shouted, suddenly blind from the flashlight shining right in his face. He was a somewhat tall and young man with a messy mop of blonde hair. He was wearing black cargo pants and boots, along with a white shirt and a blue vest over top of it. “EAT SHIT!” He shouted, Morgan holding the blade at his throat as she spoke. “...What the fuck are -you- doing here?” Morgan asked, not afraid to cut this man's head off if he was stupid enough to say the wrong thing.
“I'm not telling you Silent Fall bastards a goddamned thing!” He shouted, Morgan reaching back to lift her mask up, revealing her tanned skin, long black hair and brown eyes. “Who said we work for those assholes!?” She shouted at him, he thrashed underneath her, until Morgan headbutted him once to get him to stop. “Work for them? You are wearing their fucking outfit!” He argued, but Morgan just growled through gritted teeth. “You didn't answer our first question, WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO BE?” Morgan shouted at him. “None of your goddam-” He was cut off by Morgan hitting him again. “Shut up and tell me your name!” She shouted back at him, he just sighed and stopped struggling. “Lucas... Lucas Gray.” He finally admitted, Robin grabbing his bat and yanking it away from him as Morgan slowly pulled off. “Holy fuck you are hard to deal with...” She said to him as he slowly sat up.
“Who do you work for?” Robin asked, taking her mask off as well. “Can't say, but it ain't these assholes. How about you?” Lucas stated as he adjusted the shoulder he landed on, it felt somewhat numb from such a hard impact. “Can't say, but it ain't these assholes.” Morgan said, copying him. “So why are you on this train?” Robin asked again, as Lucas walked over, yanking his bat from her. “I'm on assignment. Back in our town we raided an outpost that Silent fall wanted to turn into a base for themselves. We found train schedules and I was going to ride to find out why.” He explained, Morgan laying her blade over her shoulder in a more relaxed posture. “And you didn't see the 100 or so people boarding the train?” Morgan asked, he just sighed. “I did see it... And I'm really afraid to find out what's going to happen, what about you two?” Lucas stated, Morgan looking away and gently rubbing her arm. “I need to go talk to someone, the only way there is dressing up as one of these clowns and riding there on this train.” Morgan stated, Lucas raising his brow just a bit.“Look, I might not trust you but maybe we can survive on this train long enough to do what we both want, deal?” He said, sticking out his hand, Morgan reluctantly reaching out to give his hand a shake.
“I'll promise not to murder you.” Morgan added during the handshake, which made Lucas slightly awkward.
There was a loud popping sound, a metallic one that made her jump from her seat... She looked left, the direction Morgan left in, the door was closed and the light of the little flashlight wasn't enough to cover the distance. Then she looked right, the door was slightly open as a beam of moonlight shot through it. Just behind the cargo container on the other side of the door was a caboose. A place the crew would rest and a secondary engine for the train when it needs to reverse itself, a train can't turn around on a goddamn rail. Robin's pulse began to race... Who opened that door? Was it Morgan? She stood up, slowly walking over to her bag and unzipping it slowly, hoping to not get the attention of whoever opened the door. Her spear was assembled by twisting together three parts, but the blade itself could be used as a sword thanks to the foot long handle just underneath the 14 inch blade. She gripped her hands around the handle as she heard a rustling from behind, the sound of metal echoed through the container as Robin's blade crashed with a blunt blade.
Sparks flew as the person who attacked her leaped back into the distance. Robin backed closer to the flashlight, only for the man to leap at her again, this caused her leg to stumble back, kicking the flashlight over as her only source of light disappeared, leaving her in the dark against an unknown assailant. “AHHHH!” She shouted, not 100% sure what to say to get help, knowing that Morgan was currently residing on the roof and could possibly help within seconds. “Quiet!” A male voice rang back, a bat swinging at her head as she instinctively ducked it, a trait she leaned from the countless hours of basic training, the sound of a weapon swinging through the air giving her enough leeway to roughly dodge. He backed off again, as Robin realized that being in the light for so long meant her eyes wouldn't adapt to the light fast enough... She was completely at the disadvantage. The bat swung at her stomach, smacking her in the stomach and knocking the wind out of her, making her lurch over and collapse onto a knee, she wasn't ready for it and her pulse couldn't react in time.
The other door bashed open, Morgan rushed through the door, blade in hand as she looked around to see what was going on. She ducked to grab the flashlight, her claymore impressively in one hand as she looked to the man standing over Robin. In one pulse fueled lunge, she smashed her shoulder into his side, knocking him onto his back, she threw the flashlight to Robin, before pushing the edge of her blade close to his throat. “THOUGHT YOU COULD GET ONE ON US, MOTHERFUCKER!?” Morgan growled, Robin grabbing the flashlight and shining it in his face. “Aw, fuck!” he shouted, suddenly blind from the flashlight shining right in his face. He was a somewhat tall and young man with a messy mop of blonde hair. He was wearing black cargo pants and boots, along with a white shirt and a blue vest over top of it. “EAT SHIT!” He shouted, Morgan holding the blade at his throat as she spoke. “...What the fuck are -you- doing here?” Morgan asked, not afraid to cut this man's head off if he was stupid enough to say the wrong thing.
“I'm not telling you Silent Fall bastards a goddamned thing!” He shouted, Morgan reaching back to lift her mask up, revealing her tanned skin, long black hair and brown eyes. “Who said we work for those assholes!?” She shouted at him, he thrashed underneath her, until Morgan headbutted him once to get him to stop. “Work for them? You are wearing their fucking outfit!” He argued, but Morgan just growled through gritted teeth. “You didn't answer our first question, WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO BE?” Morgan shouted at him. “None of your goddam-” He was cut off by Morgan hitting him again. “Shut up and tell me your name!” She shouted back at him, he just sighed and stopped struggling. “Lucas... Lucas Gray.” He finally admitted, Robin grabbing his bat and yanking it away from him as Morgan slowly pulled off. “Holy fuck you are hard to deal with...” She said to him as he slowly sat up.
“Who do you work for?” Robin asked, taking her mask off as well. “Can't say, but it ain't these assholes. How about you?” Lucas stated as he adjusted the shoulder he landed on, it felt somewhat numb from such a hard impact. “Can't say, but it ain't these assholes.” Morgan said, copying him. “So why are you on this train?” Robin asked again, as Lucas walked over, yanking his bat from her. “I'm on assignment. Back in our town we raided an outpost that Silent fall wanted to turn into a base for themselves. We found train schedules and I was going to ride to find out why.” He explained, Morgan laying her blade over her shoulder in a more relaxed posture. “And you didn't see the 100 or so people boarding the train?” Morgan asked, he just sighed. “I did see it... And I'm really afraid to find out what's going to happen, what about you two?” Lucas stated, Morgan looking away and gently rubbing her arm. “I need to go talk to someone, the only way there is dressing up as one of these clowns and riding there on this train.” Morgan stated, Lucas raising his brow just a bit.“Look, I might not trust you but maybe we can survive on this train long enough to do what we both want, deal?” He said, sticking out his hand, Morgan reluctantly reaching out to give his hand a shake.
“I'll promise not to murder you.” Morgan added during the handshake, which made Lucas slightly awkward.
