Everyone, I am back and what a pleasure it is to be able to write for you all again. This chapter has admittedly been a long time coming and at last it is done. I ask a little bit of leniency until I settle back into my writing groove again. I hope you enjoy it just as much as you did the others, perhaps even more. We will be going back to weekly updates again now so stay tuned. Without any further ado, I present chapter 16!
Jaune dropped the stack of wooden planks he had been carrying with a satisfied sigh and a smile. It felt really good to be able to help out in the reparation efforts around his childhood home after having seen the sheer destructive force that the creatures of Grimm had had. In the two days since both he and his team had killed the night fury, the townsfolk had shown their resilience and truly bounced back in an entirely positive way. Many of the damaged houses had been repaired and some of those beyond repair had been torn down and mostly rebuilt. With so many hands all working together it had made for light work indeed. No-one had sat back idle, even Weiss had gotten herself involved after a lot of pleading from Jaune's younger sister Marron.
Yet despite the positive effect that the labour of rebuilding had been having on him, Jaune hadn't been able to completely lose himself in his work. Always, in the very back of his mind in a darkened corner, his most pressing dilemma still remained and the blonde knight knew that it was not about to go away anytime soon. No, it would be with him until either one of the Grimm got him or the issue was resolved. He shuddered and wondered to himself if it wasn't just better for the Grimm to get him. The issue he was bothered by was of course the interests of his two teammates and dearest friends Ruby Rose and Pyrrha Nikos.
Just how it was that he had managed to catch the interest of these two women Jaune would never know. It certainly wasn't the confidence that his father had always tried to instil in him as he was growing up, no... Perhaps it was simply what they call fate or luck of the draw, just why did it have to be those two? It wasn't that he didn't find them attractive or interesting, far from it. Both women were fascinating to him and he could speak with them for hours and hours and never get bored. Yet the problem was that he didn't know how he felt about them. The very last thing that he wanted was to try and date one only to hurt the other, that would not only ruin his friendships but also possibly break his team apart and that was something that he simply couldn't allow. That was a part of the reason that he had been doing his best to avoid the girls these past two days, the other part being that he wanted to try and get his head straight.
He pulled his t-shirt off of his belt and wiped the sweat from his bare torso and face. The sun was out in force with the fast approaching summer and he was certainly beginning to feel it. The labour was tiring but it was honest hard work, a pleasant change from the panic ridden lifestyle of fighting the Grimm. He sighed and not for the first time, he considered hanging up his sword and taking to living the humble lifestyle of a farmer or baker. Living off of the fat of the land and raising a family. It might not have been what his father had wanted for him but in truth there were few things that Jaune could name which sounded better. He was pulled from his musings by a melodic giggling, turning to look in its direction he saw two young women looking at him with rosy cheeks and shy expressions. The blonde leader could feel his cheeks up as he did his best to hide behind his t-shirt which of course only seemed to send the two women into an even deeper fit of giggles until they finally moved away.
Team JSPR's fearless leader watched them go and stood there for a long while trying to suppress his feelings of embarrassment but was only partly successful. He tucked his t-shirt back through his belt and began the walk home, having finished his jobs for the day. He hoped that neither Pyrrha nor Ruby would have gotten home yet, he wasn't anywhere near ready to face them yet since whenever he thought about it his head span and left him feeling altogether rather sick. Setting off walking and enjoying the warmth of the afternoon sunshine it wasn't long before he arrived at his family's home. He was a little dismayed to see all three of his teammates sat out on the lawn of his front yard. Weiss was sat studying one of the flowers taken from the flowerbeds, every detail it had went under her cold and analytical blue eyes as though it held the answer to one of the great mysteries of the universe and the heiress was only an inch away from discovering it. Beside her Ruby was sat cross legged with her gigantic scythe Crescent Rose dismantled into its various parts and laid out upon a soft cloth in front of her as she set to cleaning and oiling each and every individual piece of her beloved weapon. Jaune couldn't help but chuckle slightly as he saw her tongue poking out from the corner of her mouth in a look of absolute concentration. Thirdly, finally and undoubtedly most distractingly was Pyrrha. The red-haired champion was laid out on a towel in a gold coloured bikini basking in the light of the sun above them. Her skin positively glowed in a way that Jaune had never seen before. Despite everything that was going on in his head he couldn't help but pause for a moment or two and appreciate the sight. He was after all, only human and she was an incredibly beautiful woman. Whilst Ruby was truly adorable and great fun to hang out with Pyrrha had genuine breath taking beauty and a kind of grace that was rare to find, a diamond in the rough.
Jaune shook those thoughts from his head and hurried towards the house, it was a brisk pace but not so brisk as to give them reason for suspicion. He replied to their greetings as politely as he could before dashing through the front door and out of sight. He let out a long sigh and slowly shuffled his way through to his new room and collapsed back onto his bed, not even bothered about getting himself showered first. He just wanted the earth beneath his to swallow him up and save him the trouble of dealing with his problems. He knew that he couldn't avoid them forever and that sooner or later, he would have to deal with them. But thankfully that time wasn't now. Hauling himself up and off of the soft and inviting mattress of his bed, he made his way through to the bathroom, pausing only to grab a towel. He turned on the water and stepped under, it was heavenly after so long with the sun beating down on him to finally feel his body cool under the torrent and allow his muscles to relax. For just a few precious minutes, it calmed his mind and made his troubles fade away until only the soothing sensation of the water rushing over him.
"I'm telling you something isn't right." Weiss spoke with an authoritative tone. It hadn't escaped her attention of course that her team's leader had been avoiding them these past couple of days. It was something which the young Schnee couldn't let stand especially if it ultimately effected their team dynamic and even more importantly, their grades. Yet her two female teammates hadn't seemed to have noticed.
"I'm sure he's fine, it's probably that he's just tired. You've seen how hard he's been working to help fix the town." Pyrrha replied, though her voice sounded far away and distant as she soaked up the heat from the sun. Of course Pyrrha had noticed the sudden lack of her leader, and in truth she had found it quite disconcerting. She had hoped, not knowing that Ruby had also kissed him, that he might have come to speak with her after the battle was over but he hadn't. Was it that she didn't see it as a gesture of romance? The redhead certainly hoped not, she had poured a lot into that kiss and truly hoped that he knew of her affections. Perhaps she was putting too much thought into it? Maybe he really was just busying himself with jobs to help out around the town, this was his home after all.
"Well... he has seemed a little quieter since the Grimm came but he did know a lot of the people that... y'know..." Ruby chimed in as she finished refitting the gas parts back into her sniper rifle, taking great care to ensure they fitted snugly and didn't shift. Ruby too, had noticed the absence of her leader but was loathe to be the one to actually bring it up to him, the way she saw it, he was coping with a lot of emotions right now and would probably come see her after he had gotten through it. She didn't want him to feel pressure but at the same time, she hoped that he might come to speak with her about it all. He was always so supportive, perhaps it was her turn to repay the favour.
"No, I'm telling you that it's something else... something he isn't telling us and I'm going to find out what." She announced, dropping the flower she had been studying onto the grass and heading for the door. She made straight for his room and didn't even bother granting him the courtesy of knocking. He was going to tell her what she wanted to know and he was going to do it now.
Jaune was feeling far more calm and relaxed as he finally emerged from the bathroom again and made his way into his room once more. What he wasn't expecting was to find a thoroughly angry looking heiress waiting for him. The fierce look in Weiss' eyes told him that this wasn't going to be just another friendly chat, that look was reserved only for the few times that she was genuinely bothered and fed up with someone or something. In this case, it seemed a fair bet that she was after him. Realising that perhaps she might not have seen him, he attempted to back out of the room slowly but before he got a single step, she turned and fixed him with an icy glare from those two cold blue eyes.
"I don't know where you think you're going exactly Arc, I think you had best sit yourself down because you aren't going anywhere until you have told me exactly what I want to know and I would not advise lying to me unless you want to end up frozen solid for the next month." Jaune listened to her words, they were not an idle threat, he knew her well enough to know that much. With a soft sigh and a nod, he obediently moved over and sat on the edge of the bed before looking up at her with expectant eyes for her first line of questioning, it was not all that long in coming.
"What is going on? Why are you avoiding us? And don't try and tell me that you haven't been because it is really clear that you have." Her tone was resolute and left him with no visible way to avoid her questions. He thought for a long moment on how best to answer her questions, with a sigh he gave in trying to wriggle around it and opted to simply tell her.
"What I'm about to tell you stays strictly between us." His voice was soft and shaky as he began. He paused a moment and waited for her to nod her agreement to his terms, once she had given it he continued. "I-I'm lost Weiss... Hopelessly lost. Something has happened in these last few days, beyond the Grimm coming here. D-do you remember right before I went out to face that thing that Pyrrha k-kissed me?" He finished, beginning to stammer.
"Yes, I thought it was a little... unconventional but given the situation I let it go. What of it?"
"Well... She wasn't the only one of our teammates to... do that. Ruby also kinda did the same thing... right before the sirens sounded. And now well... I guess I don't know what to do. All my life up until now I had never kissed a girl or ever even had a girl show interest in me and now out of the blue two girls have appeared and they're two of my best friends... I mean what should I do?!"
Weiss paused once again for a long moment as she considered the gravity of her hapless leader's situation. It was certainly a complicated matter, had there only been one of the girls after him then perhaps things might have been a little simpler but with there being two of them she could understand his problem perhaps a little better than most. She racked her brain for a solution, a single finger tapping against her lips as she thought.
"And how do you feel about them?" She asked slowly, it seemed the logical place to begin.
"Well that's just it, I don't know. I mean, I like them both as my friends a-and they're certainly both attractive in their own ways but... I don't know how I really feel. Whenever I try and think to work it out I just end up more confused than when I started. I know I can't keep avoiding them but I wouldn't know what to say to them both. It's all such a mess."
"So that's why he's been so distant lately..." Pyrrha whispered to the younger girl beside her. Unbeknownst to either Weiss nor their blonde leader, both the champion and the little reaper had snuck in after Weiss and hidden just beyond the door so that they might hear what the two were saying. It had certainly proved an interesting listen for the both of them, not least for Pyrrha. The red-head had always suspected that Ruby might have harboured feelings for the blonde but she had no idea that the shy rose had actually taken steps to express them. It would seem that there was to be competition to winning Jaune's heart after all.
Pyrrha couldn't deny that she felt some guilt for Jaune's situation. Since she was the second to make her affections known, it seemed only logical to assume that it was her kiss that confused him. With a sigh she wondered whether or not it had been such a good idea after all. For her it had been a spur of the moment decision yet over the course of the last two days that one moment had been playing itself over and over again in her head and every time it did her heart would skip a beat and she would be filled with a peculiar warming sensation, one that she couldn't identify no matter how hard she tried.
It was a similar story for the Rose crouched beside her. The kiss that she had shared with the lovable blonde had been her first and just thinking about it left her weak at the knees. Of course she felt bad that Jaune was so confused by everything but to her it only meant that she would have to try harder to win his affections for her own. Surely that wouldn't be such a difficult task? After all, he had definitely kissed her back and that must have meant something. The inside of the room felt silent of her two teammates' voices leaving both Ruby and Pyrrha to scramble back outside and try and take their original positions again. Pyrrha laying in the sun and basking in its radiance while Ruby focused on the reconstruction of Crescent Rose.
Shortly after, Weiss came back outside with Jaune following closely behind, much to the surprise of the two girls. With a slight smile, the heiress took to her seat once again and placed down a small leather bound book. She drew a pencil from a compartment and flicked to an empty page wherein she began idly sketching, content to be alone with her thoughts for a while. She had a great deal to think about after hearing the knight's tale. Chuckling slightly she shook her head. He really was in an awkward position with no real sign of a way out any time soon. Still, as long as it didn't effect their team in a negative way she was perfectly content to stay well out of it.
Jaune lay himself out on the grass and opened the book that he had brought with him, it was one of his favourites from right back when he was little. It told of high adventure, mystery and thwarting the bad guys. To many, it may have seemed like such a simple story alike countless others but he didn't care. He flicked through the well worn pages as his eyes scanned the lines, every page had its own distinct mark and a unique musty scent, the kind which only come from old and well-read books. Jaune honestly believed that having read it so many times he could have recited it from memory alone. Yet despite how much he tried, his mind was in another place entirely from the words on the page, his thoughts wandered again and again through his mental profiles for both Pyrrha and Ruby. He considered every aspect of their personality in the hopes of working out just how it was that he felt for each of them. Who would have thought that their mission would go along such a strange path, he could only hope that Blake and her team were having more luck with theirs.
As it turned out, they were. Tonight was the night that they were set to strike, Blake's whole body trembled in her anticipation. Two days, two long and dull days they had sat up in their office block and watched the entrance to the White Fang's hideout. In that two days they had studied and mapped out their various patrol patterns leaving nothing to chance and after what had felt like an eternity they were finally ready to move in and shut down whatever trouble the terrorist organisation were brewing. Of course, in the days since they had begun their stakeout Blake had spent a great deal of time mulling over her... encounter with the blonde brawler and had agreed with the bombshell that they would discuss it once the mission was over, an idea to which Yang had thankfully agreed. So now all that remained was to wait for the right time.
They had planned to make their play as soon as the first evening patrol left at around seven thirty, they would move in and neutralise it, using their uniforms to gain entrance to the base through force if necessary. From there they aimed to find the command centre and shut it down completely under the theory that by cutting off the head of the snake, the body would perish shortly thereafter. If possible they were to apprehend Roman Torchwick and any of his known accomplices. Blake had to admit, it was a solid plan that the professor had concocted and she liked even more the possibility of a run-in with Torchwick, an opportunity to bring a major threat to Vale crashing down. There was unfinished business there that she had to resolve. A malicious smile crossed her face as she imagined what their confrontation might be like. Blake gave a brief check on Nora, ensuring that the hyperactive Valkyrie was still awake on watch. Seeing that she was, the faunus closed her eyes and relaxed to doze. Just four and a half hours to go.
Blake was brought back to consciousness by someone gently shaking her by the shoulder. Her brilliant, luminous eyes flickered open to be met with the face of her partner. Behind the brawlers tangled locks the sky was growing dark, the sun beginning to set shooting streaks of orange across the sky. The look in Yang's bright lilac eyes told Blake all that she needed to know. It was time. Climbing to her feet, she rolled her shoulders and flexed her muscles, shaking off the shackles of sleep. All around her the members of her team did the same as they checked over their various equipment. The whole camp had come alive in a matter of minutes as the final preparations were made. Blake could feel her impatience grow as they all made their way down the flights of stairs to the ground floor and waited for their opening. Not one of them could remain still, the anticipation of what was about to happen had sunk into them. Even Oobleck seemed off, the usual bright spark having vanished from his eyes.
Peeking around a corner, Blake stared at the battered doorway just as she had for the previous few days. Her fingers tapped idly against her thigh as minute after minute went by, until at exactly seven thirty the door was opened and two figures stepped out with rifles in hand. The signature logo of the White Fang stood out proudly upon the back of their jerseys as they began their patrol. Once they had passed out of sight and Blake was certain that they were out of earshot the five of them broke cover and darted across the opening towards the door and set off after them. They relocated the two person patrol a block away and launched their attack.
Team BRNY ducked from cover to cover as they moved closer and closer before finally they shot out and stuck with the speed and ferocity of a viper, quickly subduing both and rendering them unconscious. They bound the two patrol men hand and foot before dragging them off into one of the buildings and left them there relieving them of their uniforms. Blake and Yang donned them and after ensuring that the two faunus wouldn't prove to be an issue they made their way back to the door cautiously. That was phase one down and complete without any complications, it had been a necessary step to follow them a fair way from their home base due to the heightened hearing of most faunus so as to reduce the risk of someone hearing the skirmish. Dressed in the White Fang uniforms, Blake and Yang led the way back to the steel door and knocked loudly in the same pattern they had observed the previous days even as the others hid out of sight.
The slat set into the face of the door slid back with a loud clack to reveal one of the masks of the White Fang, a pair of beady eyes peering through the gaps suspiciously. He looked at the two girls for a long while as though waiting for an explanation. Down at her sides, Blake's hands began to twitch and fidget. The whole principle of subterfuge depended on the doorman not paying too much attention to the patrols that left. Even in uniforms, hairstyles like Yang's tended to draw attention. If the doorman began to pay too much attention then the whole plan would be ruined and they would have a much more difficult fight on their hands.
"Sorry Brother, my partner here left something behind, the idiot wants to come grab it." C Blake spoke in as calm a voice as she possibly could, anything short of perfection was bound to raise suspicion. The doorman studied them both for a couple of moments before he grunted and opened the door for them a crack. Both women slipped inside and waited for the door to slam shut. The two found themselves in a dark corridor that seemed to extend down into the very bowels of the earth itself. Single bulbs hung from the ceiling at regular intervals and provided the only light. Turning to her side, Blake got her first real look at the doorman.
He was a tall individual, and judging by the large teeth protruding from under his lip and the large bushy tail behind him, he was a faunus with the attributes of a squirrel. Despite his rather shrewd and inhospitable exterior, the smaller details told a fair amount about his personality. His tail was about as well groomed as Yang's hair, every hair upon it was in its place and not one was out of line. Clearly this was someone who took great pride in their faunus nature and so what they were about to do pained Blake a great deal. Taking a few steps she peered into the gloom for any sign of other brothers and sisters of the White Fang. When she could detect none, and had double checked for any surveillance she turned and nodded to her partner. Almost immediately the squirrel tailed doorman began to grow skittish and look at them with more and more suspicion. His beady little eyes flicked down the tunnel but any hopes of escape were cut short as Yang stepped forward, her gauntlets whirring to life. The blonde popped her knuckles and rolled her shoulders. The faunus looked at her with growing terror and was about to bolt when Yang's fist met with his nose, breaking it with a sickening crunch and slammed him back into the wall. His beady eyes rolled back into his head and his body went limp under the blanket of unconsciousness.
Blake stepped past his body to the door and let in the remainder of their party. One by one her two teammates and the professor stepped into the gloom of the passageway. Oobleck took a single look at the collapsed faunus and looked down at his feet, an expression of distaste painted across his features, though his eyes showed that he knew it had to be done. Once they were all inside and adjusted to the poorly lit conditions, they began their descent into the dark below.
Blake took point and led her team down the tunnel. She could feel it sloping off and away at a steady rate, taking them further and further into the earth. As they walked on the air became noticeably more and more stale as it hung deathly still without so much as a draft. She could feel a touch of claustrophobia setting in as they moved on, the walls and ceiling remaining a steady constant, unchanging no matter how far they went.
After what had seemed an eternity but may have only been a mere minute, they came to the end of the tunnel. Another doorway, the door long since having been torn from its hinges. It opened out into what appeared to be a gigantic cavern or so it might have seemed until Blake's eyes adjusted to the new-found darkness and began to pick out the ruins of buildings among the gloom. An entire city under the surface but... why?
"The ruins of Mountain Glen..." Oobleck whispered from behind her, seemingly reading her thoughts. "Mountain Glen was one of the first major expansions of Vale, this is fairly common knowledge. Yet what isn't often known is just how this city came to be abandoned. The surface world was constructed as the first major step, however without many of the natural barriers and military defences which the central kingdom had, Mountain Glen was condemned before it was built. Repeated Grimm incursions on the surface forced the people underground and into the natural caverns below wherein the people cut off all contact with the surface and began anew. Tunnels were dug through to Vale itself to provide supplies and a means of transport for the workers but one day while extending the network, a cavern was breached that was filled with subterranean Grimm. They flooded the city, killing thousands in a matter of hours and devastating the population. The Vale council voted to seal the tunnels to contain the Grimm but also sealed in thousands of innocent men women and children, turning this place into a city sized tomb..."
Blake listened to the Professor's lesson and felt her stomach knot up at the fate of the original settlers. She knew that the Grimm will have torn them apart without mercy or even a second thought. A solitary tear ran down her cheek and fell to the concrete under her feet, no-one deserves to perish in such a horrific manner, being hunted down as little more than an animal. Wiping her eyes and taking a slow, deep breath she reigned in her emotions once more and adopted her usual impassive expression again. Turning her attentions back to the city she saw for the first time small areas of light, lit up by what she could just about make out as being portable generators attached to floodlights. In these little spheres of light she could just about make out figures moving to and fro carrying large crates whose contents she couldn't discern.
Moving off from the doorway, there was a large metal staircase running down to the cave floor, seemingly the tunnel that they had just come from had only been a maintenance tunnel, built to support scavenger runs to the surface for salvage as well as an emergency escape route in the most dire of circumstances. Leading the way, Blake stepped cautiously down onto the first of the steps, lowering her weight onto it slowly so as to test it. Whilst it was true that the White Fang had been using them regularly, she felt that caution was probably the best course of action. The metal creaked ominously under her foot but otherwise held. Content that the first step was solid enough, Blake continued on at a slightly faster pace, growing less and less wary about the structural integrity of the stair and instead focusing on the task that lie ahead. Once they reached the bottom it was a race against the clock to determine what the White Fang were planning and put an end to it. Their time frame was limited by just how long the doorman remained unconscious as well as when the next patrol arrived back in a little over an hour. Once the alarm was raised all hell would break loose and they would have to be ready for it.
Their feet touched down on the solid rock of the cavern floor before long, they were a short way off from the first buildings. They paused for a moment to steel themselves before heading out once again. They crossed the distance to the city ruins relatively quickly, their need for stealth giving way to a necessity for speed. Their footfalls echoed around the ruins as they made their way along the street and past the first few lit areas. Every single one that they passed was a similar story. Piles and piles of crates and military equipment, all being loaded up onto forklifts and shipped away towards the centre of the city. Though for what purpose remained a mystery.
Block by block team BRNY advanced, pausing now and then to duck out of the sight of patrols or vehicles shipping supplies between various areas. On more than one occasion they were nearly caught by sharp eyed faunus only to hide just in time. The further into the city they went, the more lit areas that they seemed to be yet still all the traffic kept moving deeper in. It wasn't for a full half hour of following after the crate transporters that they found the nerve centre. An old abandoned train station in the middle of a gigantic plaza. Truck after truck was arriving, laden with the crates from the lit zones. They were all offloaded and taken off towards the main platform.
Team BRNY advanced slowly, ducking behind containers and stacks of crates all marked with the snowflake of the Schnee Dust Company. Blake solemnly hoped that they weren't full, or the White Fang were literally sat on the biggest bomb that Vale would ever see. All seemed to be going well as the five of them crept up and onto the central platform ducking behind whatever cover was available to them. Before them was a busy station with a single train in place. It was made up of numerous boxcars into which the crates were being loaded, every one of them packed out with dust.
Even as they looked on a familiar voice rang out as a tall man with bright orange hair poking out from under a hat, dressed in a long white coat and holding a cane. Roman Torchwick. He stood over a smaller faunus, shouting a mixture of abuse and slurs at them in a way that made Blake's blood boil. A grand reward must have been promised in order for the White Fang to follow him, just what that reward was though, Blake had no idea.
"We need to investigate that train..." Oobleck whispered to the members of team BRNY. Blake was about to make a move when alarms blared out around them as a single faunus sprinted onto the platform, puffing and blowing after having clearly run a long way. Blake recognised him by his tail as being the doorman from earlier.
"Intruders!" He cried out in desperation, blood encrusted the tip of his nose and all of his upper lip. Blood trickled from around his wrists where his bindings had cut into him as he fought to escape them. Just how fanatical was this guy? "Intruders in the cavern!" came his voice again.
"What?! How did you let them past?" Torchwick demanded, stepping over to the diminutive guard.
"T-they were disguised... they caught me off guard... I-I'm sorry!" The young faunus spoke almost pleadingly. Torchwick looked at him for a long moment before raising his cane and striking him across the face, his nose broke with a sickening crunch even as blood began to pour from his nostrils.. The faunus fell to his knees only for the cane to strike him again and again until he was left curled up into a ball unconscious and bleeding from several wounds to his head. Yet the master criminal didn't seem to care, there was no remorse in his eyes nor his actions. He simply turned away, pulling out a handkerchief and wiping away the blood which had spattered across is pale face.
"Ladies and Gentlemen let this be a lesson to you that I will not tolerate failure now pack up the train! We are leaving! And will someone please clean up that mess!"
Blake watched in horror as the bruised and beaten faunus was dragged away, his body limp in the arms of two others. Guilt welled up inside her knowing that it was she and her team that had caused him to suffer so needlessly. It wasn't fair! He hadn't done anything wrong! She was drawn from her thoughts by a firm hand on her shoulder. Turning, she was met with the eyes of the professor.
"Blake, I know you may feel guilty for that man, but don't. He made his choice in joining the White Fang and he knew what the potential consequences were. Many more people may have suffered if we didn't do what we did and there will be time to grieve for those that have suffered but that is not now."
Blake looked at him in slight shock, unsure of what to make of the professor's words. Were they meant to be comforting or only rationalise the guilt? It left a bitter taste in her mouth either way. Fixing her intense golden eyes on the Professor, with only one single question upon her lips.
"What must we do?"
"Right now... we need to get on that train."
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