Captain Ace and his squad of Red Knights boarded the train with the little girl in tow. As the team secured their car and made themselves comfortable a pair of sharpshooters secured themselves to the roof of the train. They kept a close lookout through their scopes. Their keen eyes scanned every face in the bustling crowd moving into, out of, and generally around the train.
Commoners, merchants, thugs, an injured man, two women with baskets, a Grek-Grek monster carrying a large basin of some sort of oil, and a gang of sand-raiders. Nothing unusual came through. Nobody acted suspiciously. One man in the crowd shot a merchant and then began to struggle through the crowd. The sharpshooters put their sights on him as the whistle blew and the doors of the train closed. They could see the look of agony and dispair on his face through their scopes.
Captain Ace scratched himself surreptitiously. He then stood, put his hands on his hips, and smiled as he stated, "This girl will soon be safely returned to the King now that she is in the custody of Captain Ace and the Red Knights!"
A junior knight cheered, most of the crew merely groaned and continued to watch out of the windows of their car.
"No person would concieve of attempting to take someone from the Red Knights!" He mumbled to himself as he sat back down.
There was a great heave and the sound of grinding metal as the train began to move.
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Somewhere in the station a man stood with a bundle of TNT and a pair of revolvers. He cursed as he watched the caboose disappear on the horizon. Had he not had to fight his way past a petty merchant and his clumsly Grek-Grek monster he would have attempted to take the girl away from the Knights.
Something loomed over his shoulder. It was large and mostly green.
"There you are," the merchant said.
A large green paw closed around the man's head, and that was the end of him.
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