Prologue:
Note; disclaimer at end of chapter.
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It was a dark and stormy night…
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Tony walked down the corridor in the first class carriage. (So far,) he mused, (the journey has been pretty normal, despite the cargo we're carrying). As if in answer to his thoughts, the train shock and started to slow, causing him to stumble. Tony turned his eyes up to the nearest speaker as it started to crackle.
"Attention all passengers: We are currently decelerating from our normal speed. Please remain seated for your safety. Tony started to run down the corridor towards the engine…only to hit someone walking out of one of the cabins.
"O-Ouch…!" the passenger groaned, holding her head.
"I-I'm terribly sorry!" Tony apologized. "Are you all right? I was in a right, and…" Tony glanced up and down the passenger. She was about eighteen by his guess, with brown hair and a purple dress. Fortunately, she didn't seem to be hurt.
"Can you tell me what's going on?" she asked. Tony shrugged in reply
"I'm not sure. I'm making the rounds to see what I can find out. Until then, please return to your cabin and remain seated." The young girl shrugged, and turned back to her cabin. Tony was about to move on, when she darted around him and ran for the cargo cabin. Tony gasped; it was the cabin with the special cargos in it!
"Hey! You can't go through there! That's the car with the classified cargo!" he called out.
"Thanks for the tip!" she called back, waving her arm. Tony groaned, and ran after her.
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"Miss, please… This car is off limits" Tony gasped as he caught up with her outside the train.
"That's because there's something important in there, right?" the passenger asked, staring at the next carriage.
"That is correct," Tony said gravely, "and that is precisely the reason why that car is off limits to all passengers."
"Then… If something were to happen, there's a good chance it might happen in there, right? I mean, look…" Tony turned to look at what she was talking about, and groaned as he realized that the padlock and chain on the door was open.
"No… This can't be happening…" Tony said, shaking his head. "That's impossible…" He took the key out of his pocket. "The fact of the matter is, I have the key to the car in my hands, see?
"Well, if it's true that you have the key, then it's also true that the door is already open." The passenger pointed out. "I say we take a look inside. We might find more behind the truth we already know…" Tony hesitated, and then walked over to the next car and pulled open the door.
"Thank goodness…" he exclaimed, glancing around. "Everything seems to be in order. But let's check the crate, just in case…" Tony jogged over to the chest in the center of the room.
"All the windows are boarded up," the passenger commented, following him in. "You sure are taking precautions. What exactly is in there, anyway?" Tony ignored her, carefully lifting the chest's lid. The Ark Scepter began its standard glowing act.
"Wow… What are all these lights?" Tony was about to answer, when there was a smash. Tony turned in time to see a kid wearing Drifter clothes and a pair of scarves (one red, one white) smash through one of the windows. At the same time, a large man in Basker clothes stood up from behind a bunch of crates and Clive Winslet, the guard hired to guard the cargo, leapt through the door. In seconds, Tony was surrounded by tree ARMs, all pointing at each other. While most of this mind was frozen in fear, a part of him couldn't help but wonder what history was behind this grand hest…
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