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Wrong Side of the Tracks

Inspector Malcolm C. Leverrier was making his way toward the train station. He had an important report to give at the Vatican and was already running late due to the incompetence of the members of the Black Order. It was almost as though those people had been trying to make him miss his train and therefore his meeting with the Pope. Which was something that Leverrier refused to allow to happen.

The sound of a train whistle echoed in the air as the irritated man ran toward the station and he cursed under his breath.

"If I miss my train because of their incompetence, there's going to be hell to pay later."

This report would be vital to the decision concerning the fate of Allen Walker and Leverrier refused to miss it.

And being late wasn't something that was acceptable.

Growling threats low in his throat the man ran toward the tracks from which his train was supposed to depart. Unfortunately, or perhaps not, he somehow got turned around in the station.

Now he was having issues even finding his train and, as a result, was getting even more behind schedule.

Which was causing his temper to flare even more.

"Damn it!" the man exclaimed as he dropped the briefcase that held his report. Papers scattered in all directions and the Inspector quickly stooped to pick them up, muttering yet more curse words.

Once Leverrier had all of the papers gathered up and shoved back into the briefcase he quickly made his way toward the train.

His vision was so focused on the farthest platform that the Inspector didn't even notice the set of tracks that he was about to cross. Nor did he hear the sound of the approaching train's whistle.

Until it was too late.

Turning Leverrier saw the train a split second before it struck and the man threw up his hands, in a vain attempt to stop the impending disaster.

Which, of course, didn't work.

The people on board the approaching passenger train felt the vehicle come to a lurching stop but none of them realized the cause for this abrupt halt less than twenty yards from their intended destination. They weren't aware that Inspector Malcolm C. Leverrier, from the little known organization called the Black Order, had just been struck and killed by their approaching train. They just wanted to know when they could get off the train and get on with their lives.

A/N - death by train! Mwahaha!