I know it's been almost forever but I hope you all enjoy this little tidbit.

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When Arthur walked into his father's office, Uther looked up and said, "Arthur. Good. There's something we must discuss."

Arthur raised his eyebrows in surprise but Uther continued. "Close the door."

Arthur obligingly closed the door.

"What is it?" he said.

"I've gotten reports that someone in dauntless are using the trains to ship contraband substances to other factions," said Uther.

"How odd," Arthur. "I came to say the same. I discovered some of them last night but they got away."

"Got away?" said Uther sounding displeased.

"I was by myself and judged it best that they didn't know who was on their trail just yet."

"Ahh," said Uther. "You still should have taken backup."

Arthurs lips twitched. "Are you saying I can't handle myself? I thought you trained me to ensure I could do just that."

Uther gave him a look. "I'm sure you can but it wasn't tactically sound Arthur." Arthur leaned back and crossed his arms. "I'm not here to argue and we have a problem that needs discussing." Arthur made a gesture to say go on and Uther frowned at him but continued.

"Normally this falls under my purview but I find myself swamped with my current duties. Archie's arm is still broken from breaking up that fight last night so I'm takin over his duties along with mine which leaves me with distinctly less time to devote to this."

Arthur eyed his father and then his eyes began to twinkle. "What you mean is that you don't want to scamper around dauntless headquarters late at night and neither do any of the older leaders which leaves me and Henry. But you don't trust Henry not to screw up any delicate investigates, not with his senses of drama, so you're trying to throw it onto me."

Uther leveled a glare at Arthur but Arthur didn't bother to hide his amusement and after a moment Uther sighed and deflated. "Yes."

Arthur snorted. "Don't worry father. I'm already on the trail. And you can trust that I can do it quietly."

Uther nodded. "Bring the reports to me Arthur," he warned. "I don't know if this will get any bigger and we don't want to cause panic or trouble where it's not needed."

Arthur nodded because his father had been a dauntless leader far longer than he had and he was much, much better at politics.

"Goodbye Uther."

"Arthur," his father said in reply and then Arthur was out the door.

Gwaine helped to unload some of the cargo from the train when it showed up and then went through a quick inventory of the cargo that was to be loaded to ensure everything that was supposed onboard had made it.

Then he started on a secondary inventory of the stuff that was already on board and was meant to continue on. Sometimes the loaders made mistakes which made the other factions cranky. This was usually only alleviated by telling them that you had figured out there was something missing and that it was already on the next train to you.

Gwaine checked over all the cargo that was already on the first three sections, with a practiced eye and then moved onto the last section of the train. He opened the door, hopped inside and then froze at the sight of several people inside the train car already moving out some crates there. The people also froze.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" Gwaine demanded.

"This is a special cargo," one of the men said. "It's to be handled specially."

"Then why didn't you come and show the permission slip to the cargo guards?" Gwaine asked already tense and hard. "We would have allowed you to take the cargo if you have the right to it."

"Get stuffed guard," the man snarled. "This is above your paygrade."

"Actually," said Gwaine, "I'm pretty sure it isn't. Put those crates down and show me a permission slip that details exactly what you're allowed to take of this train and I'll let you go with it. If you don't you're all coming with me, without your crates."

There was a tense moment and then Gwaine stepped forward, intent on arresting the men since they obviously didn't have permission to be here when something hit him hard from behind. He sprawled forward hard and the people in the car instantly began to move hurriedly as they practically threw the crates out the train to their comrades on the outside.

Gwaine rolled and made it back to his feet and turned to see who it was that had bludgeoned him over the head. As it turned out there were two of them. Large men in masks and one had a blackjack in his hand.

"Rude," Gwaine breathed and the men converged on him. Gwaine blocked he first few blows but the men were good and they weren't suffering a developing concussion. One managed to kick him behind the knee and the subsequent stagger caused by that, allowed another blow to crack across his temple.

Gwaine recovered enough of his guard to block another two blows, managed to catch the smaller of the men with his elbow and kneed the other but the men who'd been unloading the train car joined the fight and soon Gwaine was on the floor of the train trying his best to protect his head as the men stomped and kicked at him.

But then the train started to move and the rain of blows stop. The loaders hurriedly jumped out and slammed shut the door on the other side. The two men who were masked stood there for a moment and then one asked:

"Should we kill him?"

"Might as well," said the second after a pause. "He's seen too much."

"Really boys?" Gwaine groaned.

"Sorry Gwaine," the second said and Gwaine now realized that the voice sounded vaguely familiar. The men tugged out Gwaine's own firearm so they theirs wouldn't implicate them and then as the train really picked up speed, pointed it at his head. Gwaine threw up his hand to his forehead as if to ward of the shot and then the man pulled the trigger and the bullet impacted him.

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