The train raced along silently, save for the occasional pounding and scraping from outside. It's occupants were equally silent, which may or may not have been unusual given the train's destination. Most were likely unnerved by the sounds from outside. Neither the train nor its destination could be considered "normal" by any means. The train had no windows or any other means of viewing the outside of it. Which was a good thing considering the sounds some of the things out there were making.

The destination of this train wasn't something pleasant either. The location was an anomaly: The Nightside. Out of every universe, this was the only Nightside in existence. It connected to every other universe in a way no other place did. It was a massive, brilliant, cesspool which kept to itself. The place was unbelievably chaotic, so no doubt it would attract some... unfavourable people and things.

The Nightside was a very difficult place to get into. If it weren't, Lobo would've just dropped into the city like always. Well, almost like always. This mission had a few unusual circumstances. The first was that he was not traveling with the Ambassador of Twilight, Switch-Scythe. Being a Scythe-Wielder meant Switch held much more power than Lobo. Currently, the Ambassador was on a mission in a world that Lobo was incapable of visiting, as he contradicted the laws of that world. So he kept himself occupied by visiting worlds of his own while Switch was away. Reason number two was the nature of the Nightside. It was a very old, magical, and well-protected city. This prevented him from just dropping in, unless he wanted to use a Timeslip, and those are just too unpredictable.

So he was stuck on an uncomfortable train ride. The man sitting across from him kept eyeing him suspiciously. What was with him? Lobo gave a short warning growl and the man looked away quickly. Other than that man, no one really took an interest in him, an armoured Dire Wolf riding a train. Then again, standing not six feet from him was a strange squid-demon, everyone ignored him too. Must just be another day in the Nightside.

Lobo reflected on his mission quickly. An Agent of Chaos had recently made his way into the city. His job was to hunt down the Agent and deal with him. Preferably before he gets his hands on a powerful item. An Agent of Chaos in the Nightside, if left alone, would be very bad to everyone, just from the sheer amount of magic, powerful items, and powerful people there. Agents of Control, on the other hand, prefer to avoid the Nightside like they would the plague, seeing as how the place is almost uncontrollable. This was his first time being sent here. Agents never did last long, here in the Nightside. After all, it is the embodiment of the phrase, "There is always a bigger fish."

The train finally came to a halt. Everyone got up from their seats as if they were a single being, and turned to the now open doors. At this point, everything desolved into complete chaos, as everyone tried exiting at the same time. There were no regards for personal space, not even Lobo was spared this, which was unusual. The wolf forced his way through the crowds, adding to the anarchy. He did not really care though, as he had urgent business to attend to. He finally pushed past the doors, and was officially in the Nightside.

Lobo strode down the streets of the Nightside, carefully observing his surroundings. It is helpful to remember as much as he can, as it would prove useful later. Even after all of his research, this place was still quite amazing. The moon appeared very large in the sky, and there was an innumerable amount of stars, more than any other place he had visited. The place was well lit by gaudy neon signs, as it was always 3 AM here. Street vendors were out in full force, selling anything and everything, whether it worked or was irrelevant, as it was not the time for sightseeing. He had urgent business, and he was looking for one place in particular. The office of the Private Investigator John Taylor, the man who could find everything, for a price. His skills would be useful, if not necessary, for finding the Agent in this massive city within a city. He had no idea where the office was though, so he had to resort to asking for directions.

Hey! he called out to a random bystander. His telepathy skidded uselessly off the man's mental barriers. Right, everyone had mental barriers here, those with an open mind often find it stolen.

Hey! he drove his telepathy like a wedge into the barrier, breaking through it and finally catching the attention of the man.

"What the hell!?" he exclaimed.

I'm looking for John Taylor, Lobo communicated.

"Get in the queue," the man responded, "and stop violating my mind! Just talk!"

Look behind you, Lobo instructed. The man complied, furious.

"Y-you're a wolf?" he stuttered, his anger swallowed immediately by fear.

Obviously, Lobo responded dryly.

"What do you want?"

I have told you that already.

"How much are you willing to pay?" Lobo looked at the man as crossly as a wolf can manage, and launched a mental attack on him. The strike caught him off guard, shattered the remaining barriers, and pinned the man helplessly in place.

Do you want me to repeat the question?

"Alright, I'll tell you where you can find it." The man finally complied with his request, and gave Lobo the directions he needed. He released the man's mind when all was said and done, and the man retreated with astounding speed in the opposite direction. Now that his destination was known, it was time to set off. He also noted that people were giving him a wider berth on the streets.

Based on the research he had done, he knew that as he got closer to uncovering the whereabouts of the Agent, the more they would try to stop him. The ways they would attempt this would likely vary. Currently, he stood facing four thuggish looking people in robes, drawing sigils in the air and chanting. Word must travel fast if he already had enemies. The leader stepped forward and attempted to look intimidating, Lobo merelyt showed indifference.
"You will leave the Nightside immediately," he threatened. So he decided to make his demands first, Lobo mused. Now he studied their mental barriers, would he be able to communicate at all...
I have very important business to attend to, and would rather not get covered in blood, please step aside, the wolf let an unspoken threat hang in the air. So his words can get through after all.
"We shall force you out then!" the thug gave a signal to attack. A massive and colourful display of powerful magics ensued. Yet not a single spell found Lobo. He didn't even blink, and just stood there solemnly. The thugs hesitated, wondering why their attacks weren't finding their mark. The leader pulled out a bone of some sort.
I don't do fetch or treats, he remarked.
"This is an Aboriginal Pointing Bone," the thug responded haughtily.
So? he was unamused. The thug leader responded by jabbing it in Lobo's direction and chanting something. Absolutely nothing happened. At this point the Dire Wolf decided he was done with them and leapt forward with impossible speed. Before any of the thugs could react, they had already been ripped apart by his powerful jaws. Unknown to the dead magicians strewn about, magic couldn't touch Lobo. He sniffed once, and continued on his way.

The building looming before him wasn't intimidating in any way. It wasn't even mildly impressive. This was supposed to be the office of the infamous John Taylor? Upon close inspection it became obvious that this building held several offices other than his. Strange. Oh well, he was here, now he just needed to recruit Taylor. He stepped up to the door. The door remained still. Well, this certainly slowed things down. The door swung open as a passerby stepped in. Lobo quickly slid in as well. From here in the lounge it was a straight shot to Taylor's office. His progress was quickly hindered by his mortal enemy, the door.
Come to think of it, most people knock, Lobo realised. Being a wolf, the best way to go about this would be running into it. And that is precisely what he did. A loud metallic sound rang out once, twice, thrice in quick succession. The door swung open soon after. A human female peered out and visibly jumped at the sight of Lobo.
"Can I help you?" she asked warily. Lobo tilted his head slightly and attempted to communicate.
Can you hear me? He projected, trying to get past the barriers while still leaving them intact.
"So that's how you speak." she mused.
Yes, very intriguing. Anyway, I am here for John Taylor, I have a job for him.
"I'm sorry, he's out at the moment on another job. You might be able to get a hold of him when he finishes though." she suggested.
Hmm, Lobo frowned as best he could, If my business isn't finished in two days, I will return. With that, he turned as he finished and trotted off, not bothering to listen anymore.

Hello everyone! I have returned in force to bring a story on everyone's favorite interdimensional Dire Wolf. And what's this? No Switch-Scythe? Well, during the events of this story, he is where Lobo can't reach, the Pokemon world. Before you complain, yes, I was given permission to write this. No, I do not own Lobo or the rest of TNS, and I also do not own the Nightside.

Next Chapter: Lobo finds his way around the crisis of the missing John Taylor.