Boomslang looks at me on the ground, and then sees the dragon that just finished its weird fire breath. The dragon looks at both of us while the door begins to make a weird noise, then slowly slides to a close. As the door fully closes, the dragon begins to orbit around the train, as if the events of what just transpired did not happen. Boomslang looks at me and says, “Did you… climb your way here? Damn, it really shows the resilience of a young man.”

  As I take a breath, I say, “I’m in my 30’s.”

  Boomslang does a double take and looks me up and down. “Well, you certainly aged like fine wine. Shame that I have to kill you.”

  She begins to move close, and I quickly get up, and open my umbrella. Despite not being a clear umbrella, I can see the shadow through the cloth, and see her stop, but prepared to strike. Both of us begin to circle on another, in anticipation for when either one of us pulls the metaphorical trigger. There are so many unknowns, like if Boomslang killed Son or not. But I have just enough pieces to have an idea on what the hell is going on. But, since she seems to be open to talk, I might get another piece, and make time for my escape.

  I stop in front of the door to car 13, and while the door slides open, I ask, “Why the hell are you attacking me. I don’t even have the macguffin- briefcase.”

  She moves her head sideways, “Why would I kill you just because of a, ambitidly very nice looking, briefcase? I just got hired to kill any Storyborn I see on board. Also, it would be very rude to leave when we are having such a lovely conversation." She begins to take a deliberate step closer

  What is with her obsession with manners? At first, I thought it’s just something she cared a lot about for no reason, but it looks like she’s trying to make me run away. It’s almost as if… it’s one of her conditionals for her ability to work. I move the umbrella so I can see her expression. I see she still has that same tender smile she had when she grabbed the briefcase and beat my ass. But when I take a closer look, her eyes do not have that same “kindness.”

  Those eyes are ones that are expecting violence, but for whatever reason, those instincts are on a leash. I have a feeling that she put on that self imposed “leash” on herself in order to complete the mission more effectively. If my observation is correct, then she can’t do all that bruce lee shit without a condition to be met, in this case, probably me being mean or impolite. The problem is that from my experience, even if I am barely impolite, then it will still count as me completing the condition. That also means that what I’m about to do next will probably fill that condition.

  As we stand, I feel the train beginning to slow down, but unlike when I was setting down, there is a lot of momentum that is pulling me towards Boomslang. It’s like riding a bus that is going 160 miles per hour and the driver suddenly stepping on the break. However, I do not resist the momentum, instead I keep my umbrella open, I run and jump towards Boomslang.

  Boomslang is surprised by both the “sudden” stop, as well as me coming towards her. Since she doesn't have time, and just can’t jump out of the way, she blocks it, and is pinned on the door, causing her to make a restricted yelp. I plant my feet in the umbrella, and feel as if gravity shifts and intensifies, this must be how it feels to fly on a jet. As I buckle from the force, I see the umbrella’s fabric beginning to rip, and the metal parts bending, signs that it’s about to break. Thankfully, the train stops completely as the umbrella breaks into dust and I fall to the ground.

  I take a look up to see the door finally open and Boomslang falling back, breathing heavily, and covering a bleeding wound on her stomach that dyes her floral dress. The tip of the umbrella was dull, but I guess the force helped puncture a wound on her. As she gets up from the floor, I see her remove her hands on the wound, and less bleeding coming from the area. She must have a healing ability, because of course she has one. She looks at me without having that gilded kindness on her face, replaced with pure anger. “I was just going to kill you because of a job. But youngsters like you show why we need to start punishing the younger generation. Thankfully, I never think it’s too late to teach a child some manners!”

  Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon.

  The side doors open as Boomslang darts towards me. She is going slow enough for my eyes to keep track, but fast enough that I can’t do anything to stop her. A macabre curiosity entered my mind, what would it look like, my death. But that thought is interrupted when I hear a woman say something, a woman I know all too well.

  “The devil you forgot.”

  Then a loud bang echoed across the train and train platform as Boomslang went flying though the open door and outside the train. I look to see who shot the gun, and I can’t help but curse when I see her. She is a hispanic woman with black wavy hair and brown eyes that is looking down sight on a bolt-action rifle. She is wearing an unzipped white jacket with a red shirt underneath, and ripped jeans. Boomslang quickly gets up and says, "Youngsters these days, getting deus ex machinaed out of- ” She is interrupted when the gunner woman shoots again. This time, Boomslang moves out of the way, dodging the attack. It seems my earlier guess might be correct, as she is noticeably faster than just a second ago.

  She keep on shooting but Boomslang move erratically with speed, making it hard to land a shot. However, as Boomslang almost makes it on the train, I see a pattern and have a feeling I can catch her off guard. I pull out the toy knife that and throw it at where she will be. She moves to dodge the bullet, but she gets hit by the toy knife, staggering her. The gun woman takes this opportunity to put another bullet to the chest. This does not kill the grandma, but it does slow her enough to cause the train doors to close, and the train starts to move.

  I look towards her and say, “Make sure you lean here wolf. The acceleration is a bitch.” Hm, so her role is the wolf. Makes sense given her “introduction.” She looks at me with understandable distrust, but does move to the wall. As the train begins to evaporate more, I feel that same g-force that I felt when it slowed down, hell, it felt even more intense for some reason. But it quickly began to fade just as it began.

  As I turn to Wolf, she points her gun at me. As I look down the barrel, I see the rifle is red with some obsidian like decorations all around the gun, making it look very sinister. More so with what looks like 2 small goat skulls, made of the same obsidian, that are on the side of the gun. “Give me 1 good reason why I shouldn’t pull the trigger after everything you did.” I look in her eyes, there's still that same hatred I saw back then.

  I give a defeated sigh, “There's nothing stopping you from pulling the trigger, just like that day as well. But I know you won't."

  Her eyes narrow, “I’m not as good of a person that you think I am.”

  I quickly replied, “Because saving me from Boomslang would have been a wasted effort now wouldn’t it? But if you believe you have to take your vengeance now, I won't stop you.” I heard my handler say something, but I mentally blocked her voice out for right now.

  She looks deep in my eyes, and I see disappointment in them. She lowers her gun and says, “What I seek is justice, not vengeance." The gun begins to vanish into a puff of black smoke. “By the way, why did you call me wolf? Are there people watching us?”

  I get up and shake my head, “Check your stats and you’ll understand.”

  Wolf’s eyes begin to move as if reading something, most likely her stats, and nods her head. “Do you know which tale this resonance is based off of?”

  I nod, “Bullet Train.”

  Wolf thinks for a bit, before shaking her head, “Never heard of it.”

  I dust off my jacket while saying, “TL;DR the train will crash and there are people who will try to get the macguffin, which might or might not be a metaphorical or literal bomb. That, or they just got a mission to kill everyone on board like Boomslang did.”

  She looks at what have and asks, “What is the macguffin and do you have it with you?”

  I shake my head, “I had to throw it because of Boomslang’s attack. It’s a brown briefcase with a dragon sticker on the handle.”

  She moves in front of the door as it automatically opens and says, “Is that the breakcase?” I look at where she is pointing and see the briefcase on the floor, in front of the open door.

  I do not respond as I move to pick it up. I move carefully, expecting there to be someone nearby, after all, why would the door be open? But when I get closer, I see no one. I gently pick the briefcase up and move away from the door. Once I was out of the sensor range, the door closed. I look down on the briefcase, and feel around it, it feels just like a normal briefcase. No, it feels like any normal briefcase. “Interesting.”

  Before I could say anything else, the ladybug moves from its hiding place on my shoulder and says with panic, “Move to the front of the train. Hurry.”