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Chapter 2: The Dropped Treasure
Train did not tell Sven or Eve of what he had heard. He wanted to be sure that he had all of the facts straight first. In order to have these facts straight he would have to go back to the weapons shop. This he did the following day.
"Back again?" asked the shop-owner when Train walked in the door. He looked different to Train somehow. Train could not tell what it was and he really didn't care.
"Do you have any catalogs for guns?" asked Train as he walked up to the front desk. The man nodded. Train took the catalog from the man. He seated himself where he had sat yesterday. The catalog he held was thick and heavy. He flipped through the pages, but was not very interested with it. He watched his watch. If the trio arrived when he thought they would, they would be here soon.
Ten minutes rolled away. The trio was right on time.
The woman walked in first. She was short and nicely curved. To Train's irritation she was wearing a veiled hat that covered her face. In next came the tall man. He held a gun just like he had the day before. The small man came in last. In his hands was a wrapped package. Train could not tell what it was.
"So, do you have what we want?" asked the small man placing the package on the floor.
"Y-yes sir." he replied shakily. He reached behind the desk and returned with the other case. This one was different than the other one. It was neither long nor narrow. It resembled a brief-case. The tall man did the same routine as yesterday. He was satisfied with the contents. "You've done well. I was really expecting you to fail. I was hoping you would." He smiled devilishly. "Shall we Jim?" he asked.
"Yes." Jim replied. Jim opened the package that he held. There was a blood-covered knife in his hands. He handed the knife over to the tall man.
The man nodded and said, "You see, Bert, you have participated very well in handling this business. You know too much though. You could be a threat to our organization." An awry smile pressed itself upon the man's features.
"No- n- no, please don't. I won't tell anyone, I swear." said Bert. He was shaking all over.
"All-right, since you swore," said the tall man turning around. Bert heaved a huge sigh. He was safe! Relief flooded his face, then pain. The tall man had whirled upon Bert without warning. The knife caught in his heart. "Idiot," said Jim, "Did he really think we would let him live?" The trio chuckled as they walked out of the shop.
Train sat in his corner. His face was pale. He was appalled by what had just happened. What should he do about it? Nothing, this matter didn't even concern him. Besides, if these people were from Chronos, the law wouldn't be able to do anything.
He stood and went to exit the shop. He had made up his mind to keep what he had saw here today a secret. He examined the body of Bert as he walked out. Something was lying beside him. It was a piece of paper. It must have fallen out of the suitcase while the man was checking through it. He picked it up out of curiosity. In big, bold print was the name:
Saya Minasutki.
Train's heart froze. What did this mean? Was it Saya the guy was referring to yesterday? Train's head was filled with many questions as he walked home from the store that afternoon. He had followed the trio a little. They soon, however, went into a motel room. Train had then went home.
Along the way Train began to wonder if he should do something about it or not. He came to the conclusion that since that it was about Saya he would. Sven could not help him in this matter. It was too personal. Anything concerning Saya was.
"Hey, Train. You're finally back." called Sven as Train walked into the living room of their apartment. Eve was sitting in an armchair near Sven.
Train nodded. "Sven," he said beckoning for him to follow. Sven understood the gesture and followed Train out of earshot from Eve.
"What is it Train?" asked Sven who was beginning to look worried.
"Sven, I'm going to be gone for a little bit…… personal business."
"What! You can't go anywhere. We need you here. What if Creed managed to find us. What would we do?"
"What if frogs had wings?" asked Train sarcastically. Sven glowered. Train gave a reassuring smile and said, "Anyway, I am leaving. I do not know how long I will be gone. Something has happened that really upsets me. If I'm ever going to have peace with myself, I need to solve this first. I need to know the truth, if I don't already." He smiled again.
What he said was true. Finding Saya's name on that peace of paper had upset him. He knew that there was no possible way that Saya could still be alive, but yes, somehow, he wasn't sure now. He had to know for certain or he would go crazy. You see even though it sounds simple, love is the most complicated thing in the world.
"Train," called Sven as Train began to walk off, "Wait! Will you at least tell me what this is about?" His eyes pleaded for Train to stay. They said what his words did not. Train felt sorry for him, but it had to be done.
"If you must know, it's about Saya." Train said. Sven understood instantly. He could not convince Train to stay. He knew he couldn't. Train winked at him and strode forth out of the house. By now the sun had set and it was dusk. This meant that it had been a few hours since he had left the weapons shop. He pulled the car keys out of his pocket. Then he climbed in to one of the two cars parked outside of the house and pulled off.
He did not know where he was going to go. He had two places in mind; One was the parking lot outside of the hotel. Here he could sit and wait for them. Then he could follow them. However, this option was very risky. He was sure they would eventually learned they were being tailed.
His second option was much more inviting. He could drive to Rinslet's. He was sure that she could do some tests on the paper and maybe the ink. Then he could find out where the paper was coming from. This would allow him to meet his adversaries. They were not adversaries yet, but Train felt that they would be in time to come.
He weighed the odds of the two situations mentally. He made a decision. He would drive to Rinslet's. There he could at least have some help and company. He knew that Sven would be mad because it was a personal matter, but Rinslet was different. He felt like he could tell her stuff. He hoped he could at least.
Rinslet's house was a long way off. He would have to travel at least nine hundred miles to get there. It would take a lot of gas money. Sven would freak out. However, this errand needed to be done.
Train drove a while. When he became to tired to drive he pulled over into a small, hooded, clearing off of the side of the road. It was hidden from the road, it was a miracle Train had seen it. Once hidden Train cut the car off and fell asleep.
Fire works shot in the sky above. Some were shot in the shapes of dragons. Others were shaped in the forms of other mystical creatures. This made the sky look as if the world were in Fairy Land. Everything every where was peaceful. The celebration for New Years was at it's climax. Kids littered the streets laughing, playing, and shouting gaily, as if no troubles existed in the world.
Merchants stood on the sides of the streets shouting to whoever would listen. Some were selling exotic things, things you would only find at New Years. Many people stood in these lines waiting to buy something. This was the time they had saved all of their money for. This was their greatest joy.
And yet, not everything could have been happy. In an ally, a woman struggled to save her life. She was a short woman with nice curves. Her voice was as soft as velvet and as smooth as leather. Her opponent was standing over her. She had put up a gallant fight. Yes, indeed she had, but she had lost. Nothing or no one could save her now. She was doomed to the fate of death, which to some is better than the fate of living.
She wished her true love was with her now. Train Heartnet, why hadn't he saved her? Would he even come to say good-bye? Her questions were answered when the form of her attacker was toppled over. He hit the ground. Train was there!
"Ahh, Train," said the silky voice of Creed, "I didn't think you would be able to join my little New Years party." He laughed cruelly at his own joke.
"Creed, how could you?!" yelled Train hurt and betrayed. He pointed his gun at Creed. Creed fled into the night as the bullet was shot.
"Train, I'm glad you made it. I can't bear the thought of dying alone."
Train blinked back the tears that threatened to fall from his eyes. "Don't talk like that please," he said.
"It's okay Train…. Okay to forget me and move on," she said . These were her dying words. The next day Sephiria had come and picked up the body.
The words had lingered in his head though. They began to repeat themselves over and over until……
Train awoke with sweat pouring down his body. The dream had upset him. It was still dark outside. The surrounding woodlands around Train seemed creepy and quiet. Too quiet. There were no owls hooting in the late night air. No sly animals were running around in the underbrush, the wind did not stir. Train got a feeling of uneasiness. It was a while before he fell once more into sleep.
He dreamed once again of Saya.
"Train, you're holding the gun the wrong way!" she cried playfully.
Train smiled majestically at his blunder. "You want me to hold it like this?" he asked.
Saya nodded her approval. "Now shoot it at the left lower angle of that billboard sign. It should hit that car over there." She pointed to a red car in the ally opposite to them. Train did as he was commanded. The bullet hit the target with perfect aim.
Train and Saya ran off laughing hysterically. That had been a good time in his life. Saya was his companion, his friend. They had run back to Train's apartment. They stood on the balcony. It overlooked the ocean.
"Isn't that so beautiful and mysterious? You never really know what you will find out in the sea." she said smiling. Train nodded his agreement.
"Do you want to know something Train?" she asked.
"Sure," he replied giving her a toothy grin.
"It's okay Train…. Okay to forget me and move on."
Train awoke again. The words were still echoing in his head. It was daylight now. The forest around him was now full of the sounds of nature, of life. He smiled at the thought of the day ahead of him. Today he would reach Rinslet's and get his help. He cranked his car up and drove off ready for what ever the day would throw at him.
I hope ya'll liked it. I know I made a few typo's in chap.1. I am sorry for them. (I misspelled Sephiria's name.) Thanks for reading!