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"This will be a quick trip! Nothing will happen if you just stand around!" Tim snarled as he dashed down the railway cars. "I warned you that we should have boarded the midnight train and skipped work. Instead of saving the planet all over again, I might be flirting with that gorgeous piece of ass."
"Can we skip the drama queen act for the time being and dispute later? We took the assignment, now we have to finish it," Tom grumbled, his fists gripping his rifle.
People were shouting all around them, but he couldn't tell if it was because of the black flames licking the passenger vehicles' sides or because of him and Tim. They made a weird sight, plowing down the corridors with assault guns in their hands, partially dressed in their black suits from Jerome's wedding.