An hour before the hijacking.

"Man, this thing you made tastes surprisingly good!" Kalash said after she gulped down the last of her serving, and leaned back into the couch, breathing out the cloud of relaxation. Abraham pointed his fork at her.

"Can't rest easy yet my assault rifle friend. We still have a couple hours to go on this trip. God knows what will happen on this trip, anything really." Springfield put down her bowl on the table.

"Could be like my beloved western films. We could have a train hijacking, or something silly like that, tehehe." She quietly snickered. Abraham frowned.

"That isn't helping." She waved her hand at abraham, laughing it off.

"Honestly, your optimistic but your so overly cautious. Relax. As if that could happen." Kalashed pointed out.

"Knock on wood as my father would say. The only time I could ever relax is if those Sangvis bastards are destroyed." He responded to her apparent complaint. She shrugged. "Regardless. You know, speaking of your father, if you don't mind me asking, what was he like? Sounds like a cheerful man based on wistful advice like that." Springfield inquired.

Abraham leaned back into the seat, quiet.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom, be back in a second." He got up quickly from the seat, and left the carriage swiftly.

Springfield bit her lip. Shit, that was a bad idea. The one time I ask a question out of the blue, She noted on her mental checklist.
"It's not your fault. It must be a super touchy subject. You didn't know how he would have reacted." Kalash comforted. Springfield leaned against the window recoiling from Kalash's hand, and for a brief moment it hung there.

"Still." They both sat in silence for a while until the familiar opening of the carriage door. Springfield quickly got up. "Abraham, I-" A fist flew out of the door straight into her face, knocking her into the bench, a dribble of blood coming from the side of her mouth. Kalash rose to face who had come into there room, to find herself face to face with a sangvis ferri soldier, a rifle raised to her head. Suddenly, the trains speakers crackled alive. "Everyone on this train. Disarm yourselves immediately if you even want a chance to live. All hail Sangvis Ferri!" The mysterious voice faded away to crackling of a phone left hanging to subtle buzzing. The Grey camo clad soldier waved the rifle upwards. "Come on I dont have all day- suddenly his face smashed down onto the table, with a familiar hand commiting the act. Abraham peered into the room.

"Hey guys." he looked at springfield."Don't worry about it. When the time comes, you'll know." he said with a glowing smile. "Anyway. I think there's a squadron of more of those grey soldiers coming this way. We need to get back to Commander Ivankov as soon as we can, otherwise the entire mission is in jeopardy."

"Heh. Me and my gun can do that job no problem." Kalash touted.

"Yeah about that. They were able to get our weapons. The only thing they didn't take was this." He pulled out an emergency fire axe and tossed it to Kalash. He waved them in his direction, when he saw the blood on springfields face. "Oh shit. Was that the girl who did that to you?" She nodded, wiping it off. "Its nothing. I've been through worse." He picked a napkin, and wiped the rest of her blushing face. "Nice and clean!" he smiled. "Alright. Let's take this train back. As far as I know, we are the last ones out for defense." He took a compact gun from the soldiers waist, as well as some some magazines. "Hmm. An HK .45 usp. Should be good enough." Kalash got up, taking the HK416 on the ground, and handed the pistol to Springfield.

" I never liked assault rifles anyway. Too clunky and time consuming." Springfield clicked a fresh magazine into the pistol. Abraham took the axe instead, gripping it tightly. Let's do this. They got out into the cramped train walkway, meeting with a group of soldiers. Kalash jumped out with excitement, and sprayed the soldiers down with the ammo she had, reloading after the spraying of blood on the wall. She walked over to a cart leftover from distributing the food, and picked up a clear bottle, labeled Vodka on the side, and gulped down a biblical flood of the drink. "Lets go, I'm all fired up!" she proclaimed, picking up some of the leftover magazines from the corpses. They ran through the train, stopping out the crossing door. With a grunt, Abraham turned the doors frozen handle, exposing them to a harsh blizzard raging outside. They only had to cross about 6 feet across the carriages, or they would be swept by the cross winds to a mountainous death that loomed to either side of the thin bridge they were now crossing. They grabbed onto the rails, but recoiled from the harsh frost of the iron rails. They held hands, and crouched beneath the rails so the wouldnt be swept over. They double checked nothing was loose, and began to carefully walk across the snowy bridge, holding onto each other for dear life. One coldly metallic hand to abraham, and a warm hand to Kalash on the end.

One foot.

Two feet..

Three feet.

4 feet.

5 Feet.

6 feet.

Everyone still felt the others hands. As Abraham slowly stood up to open the door. The lever would not budge.

Shit! He raised the axe, and slammed down with all of his might, but to no avail. Springfield took the axe from him, raising her right arm. He nodded, and crouched back down. She stepped back, one foot planted on what walkway they had and slammed one more time onto the levers joint with mechanized strength, smashing the lock, and the door flew open from the furious frozen slowly crept inside into the side compartment, and slowly closed the door from the inside through the interior lock to avoid alerting the guards.

"Not gonna lie, this is kinda cramped my comrades." Kalash whispered.

"Yeah I know. Crap, ones coming this way!" Springfield covered their mouths, as footsteps approached by the wooden doored closet. They stopped for a second.

"Your saying the other squad stationed at the 4th carriage hasn't reported back? That's where the Commander is held. Alright, I'm gonna go check, something's off. The boss is not gonna like this." Then began again, fading into the sound of blizzard and train track as the metal door slammed behind it. After a minute that had seemed like a millennia, they collapsed out of the closet, rubbing their heads.

"Oi blin."

"Yeah gotta agree with you on that one Kalash. Too close for comfort. Literally." Springfield dusted off her shoulders and picked up her pistol from the ground, disengaging the safety she had enabled in the closet. "Lets go." They proceed through the carriage. They reached a steel door with a glass panel on the top. Springfield and kalash stood on one side, and Abraham on the other. Springfield raised 3 fingers.

3.

2.

1.

The door slammed down onto the steel ground of the train, Assault rifle, Pistol, and axe ready to annihilate Sangvis soldiers pointed toward the end of the train.

But, there was no barrage of bullets coming toward them. Simply, the sound of a piano, saxophone, trombone, came from the end of the carriage, seemingly coming from a dead sangvis soldier. A calm Jazz tune flowed out of the carriages inlaid table. A tall, dark shades wearing, grey haired, fedora wearing woman stepped out to greet them, with a thompson SMG pointed towards the ceiling, a toothpick sitting in her mouth.

"The names Chicago Typewriter, arguably the greatest T-doll musician, SMG, or mob boss, take your pick. Or how the officials call me, Thompson: model SMG. Glad to meet ya. If your wondering, I was sent here to protect the train or somethin along those lines. Heh, Lines, just like a railroad-"

"We didn't get a notification about this?" Springfield asked the other two.

"Yeah, a backup I guess-" said abraham.

"Maybe a replacement?" said Kalash.

"No. I would never allow that." Springfield reaffirmed.

"We have to keep going, otherwise-"

"I AINT BACKUP!" She yelled across the train itself, seemingly echoing through the mountains. "I was here the entire time. I Just tagged along so I could be delivered to my echelon leader. By the way, any of ya, know a, Abraham around here?" The three stood in silence, looking toward the man in the middle of the trio.

"That would, uh, be me."

"This was the guy I signed up for? He already has two T-Dolls, what is goin' on?" She asked, then waved her hand away from them, and walked off. "Guess I'm done here, oh well. See ya. I gotta get back to my mercenary work."

"Wait! I never put in an order for a third T-doll, nor did I think something like that was even possible! I thought only high ranked commanders got privileges like that!" She looked down at the paper contract with a puzzled frown.

"Oh, looks like it says here, Temporary. Guess your band wasn't enough to deal with this heist it seems. Guess I'll be joining you regardless, albeit, only for a single concert. As they say in the streets, you the boss." She bowed and waved her fedora to her waist, and flipped it back onto her silver hair.

"Glad to join ya. Let's go begin this show, shall we?" She snickered.

Kalash leaned over to Abraham and springfield."Im kinda glad shes only temporary-"

"Springfields palm landed on her cheek. "Could you be a little more polite?"

"Sorry. Someone appearing to help us, seems a bit off no?" She giggled.

"Come on, we gotta go everyone! If my gut feeling is correct, we're the only ones left on this train with a chance of stopping the hijackers." Abraham declared. With their new comrade, they ran through to the next carriage, and crossed the frozen bridges linking the train carriages. They were only 2 carriages left from reaching the commanders

Section, and only two carriages till the fate of the train would be decided.