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"Let's do the train," Juliette suggested, tossing her head. A lock of hair had almost gotten in her eye.
One-on-one (@PPT_SupremeMonarchOfTheAntColony)
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He nodded, "I should pack, do you want to meet somewhere in about an hour?"
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"How about by the main entrance?"
"Sounds good, see you in about an hour then," He waved, walking to his room.
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She watched him walk away for a moment, then headed towards her own room.
Inside, she placed the few things she needed in a small suitcase, thinking about the mission ahead of her.
And the guy that was her partner.
Drew packed himself a small luggage bag with the things he needed, he made sure to take nothing that would connect him to the agency before slinging the bag over his shoulder and walking to the main entrance. His brain went from topic to topic, jumbling his thoughts in a not quite fluid way.
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Juliette headed for the front, and saw Drew already there. "Ready?" she asked.
He nodded, "We might also want to get burner phones on out way there."
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"Sounds like a plan." She headed out the door, dragging her suitcase.
Drew followed her, readjusting his bad slightly.
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They went to the train station, and Juliette bought two tickets. They sat, and waited for the train.
"So," Drew began, "What do you do in your spare time?" He said, trying to break the silence with small talk.
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She shifted in her seat, fiddling with the hem of her blouse. "Archery. I also play guitar."
"You do archery, that's so cool!" He said, his face lighting up. "How long have you been doing it?"
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"A few years." She peered down the train tracks.
"Aw, man, I wish I could do archery. It just looks so cool." He said, looking down the tracks himself.
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The sound of an approaching train filled the air.
The train arrived, Drew stood up and picked his bag up. He waited for Juliette to do the same.
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She stood, pressing down with her right hand on the seat for support. She then grabbed her bag and trotted after Drew.
He got on the train, picking a seat near the window.
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Juliette plopped down next to him, glancing warily at the few people around them.
(btw, what time is it in here, cause I keep thinking it's night)
The Ticket-man(?) came by and Drew showed his ticket.
(Shall we say early evening in winter so it's already dark but only like 7?)
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(Okey-pokey)
She shivered, and showed the (I'm pretty sure its conductor X) her own ticket.
The conductor passed them and moved onto the next people. Drew crossed his arms, getting himself comfortable for the trip ahead.
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(Skip to the apartment, or continue here?)
(Shall we just skip?)
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(Indeed)
Juliette stared out the window. Her eyes, and the rise and fall of her chest, were the only movements she made for the rest of the ride.
Soon the train pulled to a stop. Drew watched as other passengers scooted off. He picked his bag up from the floor and got ready to leave.
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As Juliette stood, her knee bumped something, and she fell to the floor with a loud, "Dang it!"
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(Yes, the floor yelled dang it. XD )