"There's a humming in the restless summer air
And we're slipping off the course that we've prepared."
-Glory and Gore by Lorde
It's just after midnight and he's relaxing away from the rest of them. It's not that he's avoiding them, because honestly, if he wanted to there's be nothing to keep him from doing so. And they wouldn't be able to find him unless they contact the Man in the Iron Mask anyway. He stretches and arches like a cat, all impossible flexibility as he bends backwards and grins at the pair of shoes that have just now entered his line of sight.
"People are getting antsy, you know."
He grins and his company snickers on reply, waving off the air of false concern. Because there is no worry or concern for them. Besides, he was supposed to find out who the Rail Tracer is, or if they're even on this train. But there's a fabulous thing with loopholes in that he's gotten quite good at finding them. In this case, he never actually agreed so therefore, he doesn't have to comply and he can do so without breaking his own personal code of maintaining honesty. The stuntman unbends himself and straightens up, Cheshire cat grin stretching across his face as the wind buffers against his back.
Not another word is spoken but with people like them, there isn't really a need for words. The quiet laughter turned cackling, however, is swallowed by the wind as Skull jumps back down onto the coupling between cars from the train roof with a cheery wave.
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Reborn would never admit to being anxious or having nerves of any kind. However, the lack of anything was bothering the hitman. He knew that there was only a slim chance that this particular train would be targeted, based on his own digging, but the person who had requested the job had been very confident in whatever Intel he or she had. That was another problem. Their employer, for a lack of better terminology, was an unknown and everything had been relayed through several different proxies. Not even Viper had been able to discover their identity. All in all, this was a less than ideal job but they had taken it anyway.
The hitman stood and stepped out of the compartment he was sharing with the Sky and Storm. He needed a cigarette, badly, and the windows in the hall opened easily enough that he could lean against the wall for a smoke without it lingering in the train car hall.
"Good evening, sir."
He did not start at the sudden female voice, rather slid his eyes to observe the woman. Petite frame clad in the conductor's uniform, hair pulled back and under her hat with nary a stray hair. Completely professional and an air about her that suggested she quite enjoyed her job aboard the train.
"Have you been finding everything to your satisfaction, sir?" Her red, red lips pull into a smile as he turns his full attention to her.
"Good evening, signorina. It has been a pleasurable experience thus far."
Hazel eyes gleam. "I am glad you have been enjoying yourself." Her gaze slides to the night sky, through the window. "Such a lovely night, tonight. The moon is absolutely lovely, don't you think?"
Reborn's gaze turns to the window, languidly lifting the cigarette to his lips. "Mm. It is a lovely sight."
"Well, I must carry on with my duties. Enjoy the rest of your night, sir."
And she was gone down the hall and through the door to the next car, leaving him with the moon and a partially open window for companions. The moment his cigarette is finished, he tosses the remainder through the window and he steps back into the compartment, closing the door behind him.
Unseen, gleaming purple eyes flash outside the window and the windows shuts. There are l webs cracks in the corner of the window where something shoved it closed, a cigarette wedged into the pane.