Reviews :
Snake557 : LOL way too true xD
Nikki Firesong : Ahaha thank you! I came up with the name Black simply because I NEARLY used the word 'Grey' as their last name... But then realized that may be a bit MUCH, considering 3 of the 4 of them have grey skin. So I just opted for the next coolest color xD
Burgie : Thank you! And yes, so does everyone else... Scary train rides are scary!
Jay Sketchin : Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh. About that.
Song Listened To :
Dance by DNCE
*Chapter 70*
Although the silence was now becoming a little deafening, Berri had grown accustomed to the tender quiet Gunner's security team had provided her. From the quick collection inside Game Central Station, the uneventful train ride back to End of Line station, the swift scoot to EZ Living's outlet and directly to a secretive, tucked away way-point pad just hidden inside EZ Living's entrance, Berri was certain this all simply couldn't be a real thing happening to her. Like a private investigator on a secret mission, she felt as if she was simply playing the part of an undercover fool by simply wearing plain-as-day commoner clothes. She almost felt bad for not changing out of her comfortable lounge clothes before she came all this way, though she was well aware diving in and out of Sugar Rush's grips didn't come with the luxury of preparation.
In the quick zip of the teleportation like pad, Berri and Gunner's security team was suddenly whisked to the massive, outside lot of Gunner's mansion. Berri blinked in confusion and sagged her shoulders in whole surprise. High up on Keppel Crest's luxurious, high living cliffs, Berri's ears popped with the sudden spike in altitude. She raised her eyebrows in a shoot of surprise, and although she was well attuned to luxurious palace lifestyle, she felt her heart surge in excitement at the raw fact that Gunner's whole lot turned that luxury up a notch, something she was uncertain was possible. A gorgeous, creamy cobble-stoned lot shroud in the tidiest, greenest grass, dot with the prettiest lawn lanterns and a palace like mansion crowned with beams of a warm, inviting glow, Gunner's pristine, modern white house sat across the whole lot, beckoning, begging her to jump on in and live this whole entire thing up; Berri shook her head and was now entirely certain this was a dream.
In a now more relaxed shuffle, Gunner's security team of nearly ten body guards kindly chauffeured her across the lot. Upon easing through the trail of clean, tidy cream cobbles, they happened upon a massive, round fountain that splayed water high up into the air. It dribbled down into the decorative, concrete fountain, a soothing sound of running water. Gunner's round-about driveway had three or four incredibly luxurious cars parked in it, all of them were vivid pops of colors that so easily mirrored the glorious moonlight high over head. Berri huffed a shaky breath and took it all in, she dragged her eyes up to the towering outdoor foyer the group happened upon, and as they climbed the massive, swooping, few-stepped stoop, all lined with gorgeous, tropical EZ Living shrubbery, Berri's ears prickled to the sound of Gunner's massive front door opening. She fixated her eyes on the colossal front door, a modern show of glass and wood, and as Gunner slowly opened his door wide and stepped out, he held his arms up in boyish victory.
"Y'made it!" Gunner eased in cute excitement; he wore a comfortable pair of canary yellow sweats alongside a lazy grey t-shirt, and the second he realized that him and Berri were strangely matching, he dropped his arms, beamed a baffled smile and pointed to Berri. The two loudly began to share happy laughter as Berri slowly approached, "Whoa, wait, did I tell you previously what I was wearing?"
"No! I've had this on ever since I came home from Academy," Berri blurt a hard giggle, and as she came within Gunner's vicinity, she was entirely floored to see him open himself up for a hug, no questions asked.
Berri raised her eyebrows in humbled surprise, and as she gently eased into his tall figure, she felt confusion hit her brain the second she wrapped her arms about his upper middle. Being so used to Turbo's hugs, she felt her mind hit the brakes in further assessment. Although equally as warm and loving, Gunner's hugs were strangely lacking. As he squeezed her into a sweet, quick hug and slowly released, Berri's mind rapidly assessed a thousand different things, and as much as she hated herself for it, she immediately compared it all to Turbo. Where Turbo's hugs were sweeping, full, almost cradling, she found Gunner's to be almost nervous and void of wanting to fill gaps. She knew Gunner had a much thinner, athletic frame than Turbo, so she knew she shouldn't dig her mind too deep into it all. She wrinkled her nose a little and now further inwardly scolded herself for missing the one thing she craved the most, out of Turbo's hugs; his irresistible cinnamon and pipe tobacco scent.
"Me too," Gunner blurt, though Berri felt her heart jump the second Gunner so easily lofted her something that Turbo stubbornly didn't give freely; unreserve for whole, un-agitated emotion. Gunner donned a big, lovable, welcoming smile, right into Berri's heart. Sweet, honey-brown eyes that just begged her to come inside and stay, something that had Berri's mind now doing entire backflips, "Come in... I'm glad you got here safely. The second my team said you guys were on the train, I started to feel really guilty."
"Why?" Berri prod sorrowfully, she tucked her hair behind her ears as Gunner let her inside, his team remained outside as they remained on the job, as full-blown, round the clock security.
"I just... Wouldn't forgive myself if something bad happened to you, along the way," Gunner softened, though Berri eagerly looked about in further surprise.
"Yeah, you'd have my dad to answer to," Berri mumbled teasingly, though she knew her words we absolute.
"As well as everyone inside Sugar Rush," Gunner mumbled in nervousness, and as the two slowly began to walk down a nearby high-ceilinged corridor, they fell into step, a slow and casual stroll, "But... Let's not dwell. I'm glad you're here... I can show you around, if you'd like."
"I'd love that," Berri included, and as they slowly came out the other end of said short corridor, they came into a main common room, which included a wide, open floor plan of a living room, dining room and kitchen.
The sprawl of it was entirely incredible, likely anything you'd see on Sugar Rush's palace lot, any day. Berri felt a sigh brim at the back of her throat, the epitome of comfort, the very feeling of being right at home, the entire hug of feeling right at ease even in a place she had never been before. She felt the odd sensation to set up camp and add another pin to the map, another place to call home. With a lovely living room sprawled to their left, a massive flat screen quietly droned a commercial to nothing but an empty splay of a huge couch and sectionals, all splayed with comfortable, mashed pillows and blankets, as if Gunner and Bedgy had been potentially couched out all day. As Berri's eyes continued to span to the right, her eyes came to his marvelous dining room table, fit to seat at least a dozen. With the incredible, splayed backdrop of a wall full of nothing but windows, it looked out onto the nighttime ocean, the proper view of Keppel Crest. As Berri's smiling eyes finally came into the incredible kitchen, her eyes landed on none-other than Bedgy, who patiently stood at the kitchen island.
"I can't believe you actually made it," Bedgy breathed with a gentle sigh and a warm wrinkle of her gorgeous eyes, a smile she did her best to convey.
Berri huffed a sweet, apologetic noise of gentle glee and grew bashful; she knew this was special, meeting someone so important to Gunner, the one that ran everything behind the scenes. The top of Bedgy's head came to the middle of Berri's upper arm, and although she was only barely humanoid, she still had the solid structure of a gorgeous tyto owl. In true bird form, she fluttered down from a stool she was previously perched on, and in a few lithe bounces, she eased closer to Berri and held out the wrist of her wing for a proper handshake. The beautiful feathers on her neck ruffled in a bristle of excitement, her crystal-clear, beautiful grey-blue eyes honed tight up to Berri's in cute, adoring glee, the size of them was truly something to behold. As Berri tenderly shook the hand and wrist of Bedgy's extraordinarily soft wing, Bedgy shook her head a little and sighed in tender relief.
"I was so worried about you coming all this way," Bedgy's voice pressed in cuteness, though she furrowed her grey, feathery brow and shot Gunner a nearly displeased smile of annoyance, "This one, here, was certain you'd be just fine."
"She is!" Gunner complained, he gestured to Berri, in her wholeness, and looked rather boyish, properly crowned with a bashful blush, "C'mon, no harm no foul."
"I'm Bedgy," She soothingly pressed up to Berri, to which Berri scrunched her shoulders and nodded in cuteness, though Bedgy leaned in a little, held Berri's handshake with now both of her wings and tilted her head, so to insinuate her next statement was due to being secretive, "I make sure THAT one leaves the house with pants on."
"I-I... C'mon, now," Gunner now sheepishly covered the sides of his head and shook his head, "I'm not THAT clueless."
"He is," Bedgy whispered as she narrowed her beautiful eyes and shook Berri's larger hand a few more times, "Berri, I assume. So good to finally meet you. Lead-singer-boy won't shut up about you."
"Bedgy," Gunner staggered now in whole embarrassment, though as Bedgy warmly invited Berri into the kitchen, Gunner was now understanding that inviting a girl over, for Bedgy to dote on and gossip with, was likely not due to work in his favor whatsoever.
"Really now," Berri chimed, she knew this game well; although she didn't have much of a sister figure to pal around with, she definitely made-do with Wren. Now that she had a genuine female to properly chit-chat with, she could feel that beaming smile of hers just widen to the point of no return. She crossed her arms, leaned her hip against the glossy, marble kitchen island and gave Gunner a coy, sweet look of discovery, "What kinds of things are you saying about me, huh?"
"Archived Chaos can reform! She's perfect! You should hear her play! My User, she's beautiful!" Bedgy egged as she flapped her wings, and in a flutter, she found that bar stool once more. She inhaled a deep breath, tilted her head in a sudden cock of tease and now playfully looked at Gunner entirely sideways, "Regretting bringing her over, now, aren't you, lover boy?"
"That's so sweet," Berri cooed warmly as she scrunched her shoulders and gave Gunner a full blown look of desire, a sweet smile of actually hoping this train would continue on, full steam ahead; Gunner shook his head, shrugged and looked off.
"No, I don't regret bringing her over," Gunner stabbed with a now cocky smile in Bedgy's direction, though he playfully mocked her by fully tilting his head to the side, bugging his eyes and batting his eyelids firmly, in rapid succession, "Stop embarrassing me."
"I gotta have fun somewhere," Bedgy grumbled, she lovingly nudged Berri's upper arm with her soft wing, and with a shift in her black, clawed feet, she inhaled a refreshed breath and gave Berri a now softer gaze, "Gunner tells me you play the guitar... Pretty damn well, too. Did you recently pick it up? Or has it always been something you've done?"
"Oh, it's been something I've done ever since I can remember," Berri assured with a nod, she crossed her arms and was now thrilled Bedgy was here, without her, she was certain Berri would have a hard time finding her courage in creating further conversation with Gunner, due to bashfulness, "Wren, Theo and I have our own little garage band... I-I actually sing and song-write, as well."
"The works," Bedgy complimented with a small nod, the feathers around her beak wrinkled as her incredible eyes smiled with glee, "I know you just got here, but... Would you be willing to play something for me? Maybe a snippet of the melody of one of Archived Chaos's previous songs?"
"I-I'd... I'd love to," Berri assured; having been a crazy fan-girl of Archived Chaos for her whole life, she felt entirely confident in her skill here, to replicate one of their songs. She bobbed a nod and, as if they were eagerly waiting for this instant, Gunner jolted in a quick stride across the living space, grappled a nearby guitar on a gorgeous golden stand, and began to straighten the strap, so to give it to Berri. A beautiful, dark wooden acoustic guitar, it was glossed and saddled with a beautiful black strap with cool, neon stripes down the center. As Gunner carefully handed her the guitar, she blurt a small laugh and shook her head, "Man, just like that. Insta-guitar."
"I've lost track of how many guitars we have around the house," Bedgy rolled her eyes and shifted on her clawed feet, of which clacked on the metal bar stool.
"O-Okay, well... Forgive me," Berri huffed tenderly, and as she sagged the strap over her body and adjusted to the new, different guitar, she now grew a little nervous as Gunner's and Bedgy's eyes remained honed tight to her, "I-I mean... I love Archived Chaos's songs, but ever since we sort of started putting together our own music, I haven't played one of your guys' songs in forever."
"I'm sure it'll be great," Gunner encouraged, as if he was cutely impatient, he bounced on the balls of his feet and eagerly glanced to Bedgy.
Berri inhaled a deep breath through her nose, and as she sifted through just which song she should pick from, of Archived Chaos, she finally began to gently pluck a little tune, one of her favorite love songs. As she confidently began to strum the sweet, quick-paced tune, she bashfully laced it with the lyrics, a boast of her beautiful voice, nearly in perfect pitch and tune. She could see Gunner and Bedgy frozen solid in whole listening as Berri continued on, her strumming pressed on farther than she thought they'd patiently listen to. As she came to the end of the chorus, she faltered on her words, turned her strumming from confident sways to now dainty, unsure plucks of staccato, and as she shrugged her shoulders and came to a stop, she bashfully peered to Bedgy and Gunner in hot anticipation; their solid silence was something she now couldn't decipher.
"Bedgy," Gunner gawked at her in whole, boyish annoyance as he firmly gestured to Berri.
"I know, I know, Gunner, shut up, I'm trying to think," Bedgy flagged her wing, causing a beautiful feather to loft from her wing and daintily float down to the kitchen island. Bedgy huffed an annoyed sigh at him and did everything she could to cross her arms, "Look at you, making me lose all my feathers..."
"I mean, that was spot on," Gunner gave Berri a sweet smile and shook his head, "Really incredible... Your playing is just awesome."
"Thank you," Berri eased politely, she carefully hugged Gunner's guitar closer to her chest.
"I mean... This isn't something we've ever done before, Gun," Bedgy worried to Gunner in a drop of now mature apprehension, to which Gunner bobbed a sagging nod of agreeing. Bedgy shrugged and carried on, in Berri's direction, "Y-You know, full well, that Archived Chaos sort of, well... Is in need of musicians. I know it's a tall order, especially since you JUST turned one, and are probably excited to dive face first into your studies, but..."
"Would you be willing to reform Archived Chaos with me?" Gunner blurt, as if he had been so desperately wanting to ask, and this was the instant where he was due to falling apart at the seams; Berri peered up to him in plucked surprise, and although she saw this question coming from a million miles away, the fact that it was now a real question being directed at her, was something she was plainly not prepared for. Gunner shook his head and shut his eyes tight, as if to assure her that the ball was entirely in her courage, "If you don't want to, if it's too much pressure, if it's just... Not the lifestyle you're looking forward to, we COMPLETELY understand..."
Berri sagged her shoulders and bashfully peered to Bedgy. Although Bedgy was the voice of reason in this equation, her eyes still held tight to Berri's in anticipatory glee, as if she, too, was hopeful Berri would jump on board, as if Bedgy was also holding her breath in baited wait. Berri huffed a shaky giggle, shrugged her shoulders, shook her head and knew there simply was only one answer to a question so huge, such as this one.
"There's literally no way I could even let myself say no," Berri stated through a hard giggle, her widening smile grew and grew. She shook her head and continued on as Gunner's and Bedgy's eyes lit up, like the fourth of July, "I-I'd love that. There'd literally be nothing more that I'd want."
"I TOLD YOU," Gunner stabbed to Bedgy with a boyish laugh, he pointed in Bedgy's direction as she shot him an annoyed smile.
"Game on, then," Bedgy shrugged, and in tenderness, she reached her wing back out to Berri, once more, for a solidifying handshake, "Welcome to the team, my girl."
"Thank you," Berri huffed a small giggle and shook the hand and wrist of Bedgy's wing, once more, "That easy, huh?"
"Oh, you're not just anyone," Bedgy chuckled, she shook her head and long blinked her huge eyes in endearing sweetness, "It's not every day Gunner stumbles upon a gem, such as yourself."
"Actually, she stumbled into me, but that's cool," Gunner grumbled, though as she approached Berri, he opened his arms, once more, for another inviting hug. Berri beamed him an excited smile and wrapped her arm around his back; they embraced as easily as they could, whilst she still had Gunner's guitar slouched over her front, "Welcome aboard, love. This is gunna be awesome."
"I can't wait," Berri pressed with a huff of an excited giggle, "So, what does this entail, then? Where does this put Theo and Wren? I can't go on stage without them... They're my start, y'know? My family."
"This is your call, Gunner, I don't know these people as well as you do," Bedgy held up her wings, "If they're anything like Berri, I'd say I have full trust in you, from here."
"... We DO need a drummer," Gunner bobbed a nod and eyed Bedgy.
"What about Wren? He plays keyboard," Berri pressed in a sense of urgency, she knew not to leave her two best friends behind.
"That could definitely work out," Gunner's voice held promise, he continued to nod as he eased a knowing smile in Berri's direction, "I see how cohesive you three are together, in playing... Y'guys got this awesome synergy that could just set the entire stage on fire. This is going to be awesome... I can feel it."
"They're going to freak out," Berri huffed an excited giggle, and it was here did she start to feel the tingle in her skin, the reality of this whole thing finally began to kick in.
"Alright, you guys, we have to lay low, for the next few weeks," Bedgy pressed, she gently began to sift through a few splayed pieces of paperwork, on Gunner's kitchen island, "I have a few legal things to go over, I have to up our management team, once more... I need to talk to Academy about potentially having assignments and lectures sent off for home schooling, while you guys tour."
"...Tour?" Berri gawked, she bugged her eyes and peered to Gunner in whole surprise, though he peered to her as if this was just typical business.
"Yeah, we tour around the Arcade... We'll be gone for weeks at a time. You know that, right? We've had a few shows in Sugar Rush," Gunner nodded, though Berri held her forehead and shook her head.
"Th-that means... Being out of Sugar Rush, for long, extended periods of time," Berri pressed in a stab of now whole nervousness. She shook her head and gave Gunner a nervous grimace, "My family would kill me long before any deletion virus would, you know that, right?"
"Well... Bedgy said we'd need a few weeks to settle everything, and... We need new songs before we can start playing live, anyways," Gunner reassured, "Ths gives your family enough time to come up with that deletion protection, you were telling me about. Would come in handy for both of us, as well as the other self programmed gamers on our team."
"... I guess you're right," Berri nodded in assured gentleness, she looked off and began to feel her nervous veins settle with the soothing assurance of Gunner's words.
"We have a few weeks to really get together, knock out some solid music, and prepare for this whole ordeal," Gunner bobbed a nod, "We can maybe release a single, or two... Get the fans ready for what's to come."
"That'd be so awesome," Berri assured in still-shell shocked excitement, she clenched her fists and shook them a little, in a press of even further excitement, "I can't wait for this, it's... It's a dream come true."
"It'll be awesome," Gunner assured with a nod, his lovely, honey-brown eyes smiled down into her as if she simply was an angel sent down to rescue him.
"Alright, love birds, I've got some work to do, then," Bedgy sighed with a small smile. She fluttered onto the kitchen island, grappled the paper work in her claws and hunched over, in preparation for flight, "Next time you come over, Berri, make sure you bring Wren and Theo with you... We can get all three of you properly on the team, and we'll begin planning from there."
"Thank you, Bedgy," Berri pressed in sweet, whole sincerity, and as Bedgy eased her a gentle, loving reply, she leapt into the air, and amidst silent flight, she easily crossed the house with a simple few flaps of her wings.
In a silent swoosh of her gorgeous feathers, she exited the main room via a small alcove, almost near the stretch of Gunner's high ceilings; an exit made just for her. Gunner heaved a soft sigh, gave Berri his loving eye contact and finally moved closer to her, so to kindly take the guitar off of her hands.
"Y-You sure about this, Gunner?" Berri nervously confided, she shook her head in a now swell of impending stage fright, and as Gunner gently set his guitar aside, he leaned his hip against the counter, crossed his arms and peered deep into Berri's eyes, "I mean... I'm no celebrity, I-I've never endured fame, or have done ANYTHING like this. I just... Don't want to let you down."
"You've been enduring it all week, Bear," Gunner blurt a gentle chuckle, he bashfully looked off and raised his eyebrows, "Quite graciously, if I do say so myself... You're a natural. You just don't realize it."
"I-I mean, I... Guess I have," Berri furrowed her eyebrows and reeled, Gunner was exactly right; their group had been swarmed by fans all week, even given autographs and taking pictures, "It just... Almost turned into second nature, I didn't even realize."
"Just means you're ready," Gunner shrugged, he eased his lovely eyes tighter to hers, and although Berri was absolutely certain this little hang out of theirs would simply remain platonic, she felt her heart begin to thud loudly in her ears the second Gunner so gently began to press closer to her. Berri froze, she felt as if this approach to flirting and romance was now an entirely different breed than what she was used to. It was fast paced, wistful, bubbly and exciting, a definitive rush of a new introduction to love that she was tugged into, and as Gunner warmly neared, he hovered a foot from her and bravely took Berri's left hand in his right one, "I... I know I've thrown a lot on you, tonight. I really hope you don't become discouraged, or anything."
"No, not at all," Berri sighed in the refresh, she warmly peered up into Gunner's lovely, excited, confident eyes and sagged into the squeeze of it all, "I-I'm... I'm honored you think I'm good enough to stand by you, on stage, like that. I mean... Wow."
"I'm the one that's honored, truly," Gunner pressed, and although his eyes held an unimaginable amount of depth, he looked as if he was reserving everything he wanted to say, as if it could potentially be way too soon. He huffed a faltered breath, bashfully looked off and squeezed Berri's hand, as if to silently beg her to bear with him, "I-I... I wanted to, uh... Ask you..."
"Yes?" Berri eased in a lilt of tenderness.
"Since this is going to be a new chapter of our lives, and we'll be with each other a lot, I'd... I'd love to take you out on a date," Gunner confidently pressed, he bobbed a nod and gave Berri a further show of reassurance and lovingly smiled into her eyes, "We can go somewhere inside Sugar Rush... That way, you don't have to worry about the deletion issue. And neither does your family."
"Well... What about you?" Berri worried, though she felt as if a frog was now caught in her throat; being asked to not only be Gunner's band mate, but now a Friday night date, she could swear the room was spinning.
"I'll be fine, I just... Would love to take you out, sit and get to know you better," Gunner nodded, a smooth move in a new, budding direction of electric romance now coming at them full force, "Would you do me the honor?"
"I'd love that," Berri stated in a gentle sigh of assurance, and a nod to boot, "I know Orion City like the back of my hand. I don't know where you'd like to go, but I guarantee you, the city has an insane amount of options."
"You pick your favorite spot, I don't mind where, and money's not an issue," Gunner sighed with relief, he donned a wide smile of renewal, as if asking Berri out on a date was ten times harder than asking her to be next to him on stage, "Just as long as we stick together."
"It's a date," Berri assured with a wide, blushing smile, forgetting any other factors entirely.
As if the stars were only shining for her, Berri and Gunner lazily stood around and chit-chat for another hour or two, well into the early hours of the morning. Although Berri didn't want any of it to end, she knew she needed to sneak back home, lest she risk someone discovering that she wasn't inside Sugar Rush. Grateful that no one had tried to get ahold of her, Gunner and Berri sweetly stated their goodbyes, held onto the promise of seeing each other at Academy the next day, and concluded their secretive night filled with escapes, with dreams and a tender touch of new romance. As if floating on a cloud, Berri was whisked away to EZ Living's entrance, alongside Gunner's security, though as if the whole world was now a peachy, rosy color, she practically skipped away from Gunner's security and felt entirely invincible. In the gentle, silent mosey across the barren End of Line station, Berri, alongside five of Gunner's top security guards, sagged into the train station and awaited the next train. Berri grimaced at the thought of enduring another deafening train ride with Gunner's stoic, unmoving security guards; she furrowed her brow amidst a gentle grimace and peered up to the nearest guard.
"Hey, uh... I-I think I can make it back to Sugar Rush, on my own, from here," Berri warmly assured with a small nod, though it was here did Gunner's security guard give her a bewildered, unwavering look of nervousness, "I-I mean... The stations are empty, I should be just fine getting from Game Central Station's train dock, and into Sugar Rush. It's only like... Three outlets away from the dock, anyhow."
"... I don't think that's wise, your highness," His deep voice mumbled, and although he was wearing sunglasses, Berri could see the wrinkles of nervousness crown his forehead.
"I'll be just fine," Berri cooed in confidence, she gestured to her left palm as she allowed it to come alive with her silver coding, "I'm a glitch... Lightning fast. I'll get home in two seconds flat."
As the train could be heard whirring down the wires of the station's winding tunnels, all five of Gunner's security guards peered to Berri in a roll of frozen decision making. They knew not to simply just leave her vulnerable, though they also weighed her reasoning and glanced to one another in a pin-prickled show of question. Although they didn't want to let Berri go home all by herself, they knew she was going to press the issue further, and to respect her adamant wishes. With a gentle nod, the main security guard nervously scoped the train, as it came quietly easing into the station, and as it sagged to a stop, and it's multitudinous train cab's doors slid open in unison, all five guards could see that literally no one was aboard this train, giving Berri a safe, quiet ride back home.
"...Your highness," The main guard eased, and as Berri overflowed the five with a slew of notions of pure gratitude, she gingerly welcomed herself onboard the last cab of said long, bullet train; each guard nervously watched her ease onto the train, find a seat and quietly sit in a patient show of waiting, and as the doors gently glided shut, safely sealing her in, the train whizzed off into the night, leaving all five guards now stood helpless in a dainty press of nervous defeat.
