As Yomiko, Drake, and Mr. Joker reached the lobby a young man about Yomiko's age was sitting on the couch with his eyes closed. "Ahem!" Joker coughed, gaining the attention of the man. He stood up and stared coldly at Yomiko and Drake. He was a tall man with broad shoulders, but he wasn't very intimidating. He had shaggy brown hair and he wore a strange outfit. He wore casual close with a brown leather jacket with the sleeves ripped off at the shoulder, and for some strange reason, he had plate mail style armor on his shoulders and forearms. "Allow me to introduce The Rail," Joker said to Yomiko and Drake.
"Hello," Rail said. His shoulder armor clanged as he stepped forward and extended his hand. Drake shook his hand, wondering why he was wearing armor.
"I'm Drake," he said coldly.
"And I'm Yomiko," Yomiko said shaking his hand. "What's your real name?" she asked.
"That information is classified," Rail answered.
"Yes well," Joker interrupted, "The Rail has been with this organization for quite some time now. He did work with another agent, The Avalanche, but he disappeared some time ago and we haven't heard from him since."
"I believe it was around the same time Miss Deep lost her memory. We've been trying tirelessly to locate him, but we've not come very far," Rail chimed in.
"Did it ever occur to you that he might be dead?" Drake asked.
"No, he's not dead," Rail answered coldly.
"But how could you know that for sure if you haven't seen or heard from him in five months?" Yomiko asked.
"Ahem!" Joker drew the attention back to himself. "The Avalanche was, in a matter of speaking, incapable of dying. That is why he was so valuable to the Library," he stated.
"What do you mean, incapable of dying?" Drake asked.
"Avalanche had the power of immortality, to some extent," Rail answered.
"Oh, so do you have a power too?" Yomiko asked.
"This," Rail said as he held out his right arm. The plate mail seemed to meld into his forearm, which made the top of his forearm, where the plate mail had once been, appear as if someone had splashed silver paint on it. Then three rows of spikes grew jaggedly out of the "paint". "It's really useful for guarding from attacks and for fighting at close range," he said.
"I'll say," Drake said staring at the large shiny spikes. He started to imagine the horrible damage they could cause in a fistfight, but was startled awake when the spikes retracted back into the "paint".
"Here, see what it's like," Rail said. Yomiko reached forward and placed a hand on the silver material.
"It's so cold!" she squealed as she pulled her hand away.
"It's like solid steel," Drake said, poking it. The silver steel "paint" then formed back to its original plate mail form, and Rail took it off.
"As you may have guessed, The Rail can meld with and manipulate any from of metal his skin touches," Joker said.
"Interesting..." Drake said, rubbing his chin.
"So, how long did you say you've been working here?" Yomiko asked.
"The Rail has worked here for ten years," Joker answered before Rail could even open his mouth. "Now that you're all aquatinted, it's time for your next mission."
"Are you kidding? We just got back from the last one!" Drake shouted.
"Well lucky for you, you won't be doing much. Only supplying backup if The Paper or The Rail requests it. All you have to do is sit in a helicopter and make sure nothing goes wrong," Joker said.
"Whatever," Drake sighed.
"So um, what will we be doing?" Yomiko asked.
"I'm glad you asked. You're going to investigate a riot in Edinburgh, Scotland. We believe the I-Jin may be involved," Joker said.
"But I thought all of the I-Jin were killed," Yomiko said.
"Apparently, a few I-Jin had been created and sent to the east so they were not killed during the...the mission," Joker said with an uneasy tone. "Now get going, it will be a long trip."
Drake, Yomiko, and Rail were silent for the entire trip, which lasted several hours. When the great Edinburgh castle came into view, the helicopter began to descend. They touched down on the opposite side of the large hill, where tourists didn't go. Yomiko and Rail checked their headpieces and jumped out of the plain. When they were a safe distance the helicopter ascended back into the air and flew off past the castle.
"Is the riot at the castle?" Yomiko asked.
"Let's go find out," Rail said as he removed the plate mail from his forearm and shaped it into a large metal platform. Yomiko caught on and made the same structure from some paper in her suitcase, and they rode the platforms as they flew up the hill. They reached the castle walls and jumped onto them from their platforms. Yomiko placed what paper she could save from the wind back in her suitcase, and Rail reattached the plate mail to his forearm.
They moved down the wall a ways until they came to a large tower. The tower was about five feet away from the wall, and the nearest window was about ten feet up. "Here, get on my shoulders," Rail said.
"Um, ok, I guess," Yomiko said uncertainly. He knelt down and made a step for her with his knee, and when she was on his shoulders he slowly stood up. He was nearly all the way up when Yomiko sneezed and nearly fell off. Rail managed to steady himself though, and when Yomiko was ready he hoisted her up into the window. A few seconds later Rail came climbing through the window dragging Yomiko's large suitcase behind him.
"How do you carry that thing around with you all day?" Rail asked as he staggered to his feet. Yomiko just smiled and took the suitcase.
They headed down the tower and went into the courtyard. Many tourists were pointing and taking pictures, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary. "Well I think it's safe to assume that nothing wrong's going on here," Yomiko smiled.
"Let's go," Rail said as he headed for the large castle gates. When they reached the gates they had a near panoramic view of the entire city, but still they saw nothing out of the ordinary. "This doesn't seem right," Rail said with a slightly worried tone.
Yomiko and Rail made their way down the gigantic set of stair leading down the hillside, and as they came closer to the city they began hearing the bustle of life and bagpipes being played. Almost as soon as they reached the bottom of the stairs they heard an explosion, followed by screams and maniacal laughter.
"What do you think that could be!?" Yomiko asked amongst the crowd rushing past.
"I don't know!" Rail shouted back. The two agents struggled to make their way through the stampede of scared civilians, but the crowd was moving too fast and they got swept up in the current. Rail managed to make his way over to an alley and got out of the crowd, but when he looked to try and see Yomiko, he just barely caught sight of her before she was knocked over by a large man in a panic.
"Paper!" Rail yelled as he furiously began to shove people aside while he made his way over to her. And reached the area where she had fallen and gave a sigh of relief. Yomiko had quickly encased her self in a paper shell to protect her when she fell.
When the crowd finally died down a few seconds later Rail tapped on the shell, and it dispersed. Yomiko stood up and brushed the dirt of her skirt.
"Let's not do that again," She said.
"Yeah," Rail grunted.
"Hey, you guys alright down there?" Drake asked through the headset,"
"We're fine Drake, thanks," Yomiko responded. They rested for a moment to catch their breath, but an explosion just a few yards away knocked them flat on their backs. Coughing, they slowly rose and staggered over to the source of the disturbance.
"Who is that!?" Yomiko asked.
"Joker says it's and I-Jin," Drake said.
"Ghengis Kahn," Rail sneered.
Ghengis Kahn remained silent as he drew a stick of dynamite from his satchel. He lit it and threw right at Rail and Yomiko. Yomiko sealed it with a piece of paper, and Rail scooped it up and threw it right back at Ghengis. The dynamite exploded but Ghengis was unharmed because the paper adsorbed most of the attack.
"I'll take care of him!" Yomiko yelled as she drew some sheet of paper and threw them at Ghengis, but just when they were about to strike Ghengis the pieces of paper were incinerated by a powerful blast of fire. Yomiko looked to the source, and was horrified to see none other than Genjo looming above them on a rooftop.
"Do you know that guy?" Rail asked.
"Yeah, but he was killed five months ago," Yomiko said in shock.
"What's the matter bitch? You look as though you've seen a ghost!" Genjo laughed.
"Why you! Nobody calls me that and gets away with it!" Yomiko shouted. "Mr. Rail, you take care of Ghengis!"
"I'd prefer it if you didn't address me as Mr." Rail shouted back to her as she floated up to the rooftop to take on Genjo.
Yomiko reached the rooftop and launched some paper at him, but he either blocked or dodged all of them. "Sorry, but I don't have time to play games!" Genjo shouted as he launched a terrible assault. Yomiko just barely had enough time to pull out a piece of paper to use as a shield before he struck. She would have fought better but she was distracted with trying to think of how Genjo could possibly be alive and how he had retrieved his old weapons.
Before she knew it her paper was gone, and Genjo had struck her right in the stomach with his staff. She blacked out, and the last thing she remembered was falling from the rooftop.