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[shapingworlds]

[...a pause, almost immediately as the door snaps shut behind him. he's quite sure he's on a different train than the one he meant to be on, and he doesn't need to try the door to know that he's trapped]

[an ambush? angels, reapers?]

[drops his duffel bag into a spare seat and casually opens it to withdraw his gun and slip it into his slacks. then smiles and picks up the duffel again, stepping into the aisle and stretching out his senses alertly as he heads up for a less abandoned car]