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Fanci Feathers Marans said:
Firestein nodded to Sammy. "Yes, it will be dangerous, but you already knew that this wasn't going to be a walk in the park, right? It's a recon mission. Lots of bad guys guarding on good guy, and you gotta fish him out." He strode out of the pretzel stand, snagged one of the doughy snacks off of the register, and shoved it in his mouth. The subway was now almost completely empty, save for a few leaned against the wall, or sitting on a bench with a phone. James motioned back to the stand. "Fff fruf-" he swallowed, "I mean, feel free to take one. It's on me. There's a sugary one that I'm particularly fond of. Or cheesy stuff. Anyway, might be a good idea. Long ride ahead of you."
No sooner had he said so, than the screech of brakes echoed into the tunnel. A short, two-car train pulled into the station, jet black. "I call it my dark horse." He added, then winked. "Comes with the castle."
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Rather than paying much attention to the "Dark Horse", Aero was more curious about James' momentary strange speak. He raised an eyebrow, and studied the man warily for a few moments before finally shifting his gaze to the soft pretzels. He took a plain pretzel and shoved it into his mouth, then walked towards the train.
Fanci Feathers Marans said:
James lead them onboard the Dark Horse. The interior had soft red carpet, leather booths and metal tables in between. A small chandelier hung from the ribs of the car, illuminating the room. A too-thin woman sat with bony hands clasped at the third table, eyes trained on the window.
"Sleeping quarters are in the next car." James said, motioning to the only other car on the train, then to the silent woman. "And this is your instructor. She will tell you everything you need to know about the mission."
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Aero hesitantly walked onboard the train, and observed his surrounds. He sat in a booth, moving his wings awkwardly to avoid damaging them further. Once settled, he fiddled with his gloves and sighed. Man, my foster parents are so not going to be happy. I don't want to make them worry about me because of these dangerous missions, but 'cmon, I want to do some good....
 
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So guys pupper is home and she is drinking and walking around, yay. There is a chance though still she could die...I'm scared. Heres a pic once I can find her.//
 

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