Chapter II

From The Private Car

Two Ariss watch the drama unfold through the tinted windows of their private car.  One, wearing a shimmering silver holomask, turns to the other who has chosen a deep blue shiny one for today, waits for their response, then on the nod, opens the locked door and enters the other carriage just as the security net drops down from the ceiling covering the body slumped in the aisle, which is just beginning to stir. 

The Ariss works swiftly, almost unseen in a floating robe and the shimmering holomask whilst deftly untangling the net then, carefully pulling the black bundle along the smooth carriage floor into the private carriage. 

Just as the door shuts silently, two Bullet guards in Super Mario adapted uniform incongruously brandishing stun sticks putter in waddling slightly on soft booted feet. Nothing to see apparently, so, waving their sticks cheerily to everyone, they potter back out again. Passengers chuckle and sit back with a collective sigh to enjoy the slow ramble through idyllic landscape. 

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