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Cole went into the train he handed his ticket to the ticket man as Cole called him. Cole sat down on a seat and looked out.
Lynn smiled contently as she slipped onto Cole's train unnoticed. When it starts moving, she'll slip into his car and it'll be over.
Cole had gotten this far by being crazily careful. He couldn't take any chances now. Cole got up and pulled his screwdriver out. He looked around as the passengers were all mingling about. Cole whistled and walked towards the front of the car. What Cole was going to do next. He did not know. As what happened in most of his plans he made it up as he went.
The train was about to move any minute now. She was having a hard time waiting patiently, suspicious of whatever thing he'd do next. Perhaps she should make a plan of her own...Lynn had a devious look in her eye as she went to talk to the train conductor. It wasn't hard to convince him the train needed to be evacuated. She slipped into the shadows where she knew Cole would have to walk by. The announcement came 23 seconds later. She placed a hand on her gun, ready. This was her plan.
Cole was at the front of the train when the announcement came on, "Shi.t" He muttered, he left his bag with his passports in their. Cole started back unaware of danger.
The other passengers were out of sight when Cole walked by her hiding place. This had worked out more perfectly than she ever could've hoped. The second he passed her she popped out, came at him from behind, and held her pistol to his head. When she spoke, her voice was low and her smirk was evident. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you, boy."
Cole froze, after a moment he replied. "Because I can do this." He ducked and turned around. Cole twisted the gun to free it from Lynn. After that he turned around pointing the gun at her, "remember next time when you hold a gun to some one's head, make sure they can't move away." Cole backed up and snatched his bag.
Lynn’s smirk did not fade. If anything, it became even more amused. “Unless, of course, that was what I had wanted all along. Poor thing...you have no idea what I have planned for you.” She laughed knowingly.
Cole smiled, "that's why I signed up for this stuff." Cole shot the glass unloaded the bullets and threw the gun to the floor. "I'm going to be keeping the bullets if you don't mind." He jumped out the window and blended in with the crowd. Then he took off a few of his outer layers.
Lynn crossed her arms as she watched him disappear into the crowd. "That's what I hoped you would say, hun." She laughed before darting off the train. She whipped out her phone and followed him. It was too easy. Make him feel in power, make him take the magazine, make him unwittingly take the tracker nestled in between the 22cal rounds. Too easy.
Cole was unaware of the tracking device in the bullets. He didn't care though, he would get out of his pickles. He always did. He thought back to a time when a mafia caught a hold of him and put him in a fortress. Within a few hours Cole had gotten out without a single touch.
Lynn dialed a number on her phone. The gang had agreed to help her with this one. Who would want a mad scientist running around as your enemy? Not us. "Target has been bugged. Are you prepared to surround him? Yes, I believe him to be clean of firearms. Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." She smiled and picked up the pace. He should notice her following pretty soon.
Cole made sure he was safe, well he wasn't safe but he wanted to make sure no one was going to fire upon him. But of course when you were in a huge crowd anyone could pop up and shoot. But Cole examined the bullets. He smiled and looked at it. He could make it pop if he had wanted to. He took his sonic screwdriver out and scanned it. "Just some heat would make it explode," he murmured. Cole looked back, if Lynn was being Lynn she would have pulled some favors and pretty soon Cole would be surrounded.
Now relieved of her gun, Lynn pulled out a dagger. Of course, she knew Cole would never allow himself to be stabbed by her. He outmatched her in strength. The dagger was just so she would be armed and feel better. Quick thinking and meticulous planning can only do so much. It was nice to at least have a sharp pointy object. She started going in a wide arc to cut him off towards the end of the crowd. She wondered how long she’d have to stall before her people got here.
Cole stood in the middle of the huge crowd. He felt reckless. H3LL, he wanted to be reckless as if he was announcing that he was going to take over the world. Cole put the bullet on the ground and flashed his sonic screwdriver at it. Then the bullet popped and sent the crowd in a frenzy.
Lynn spun around at a sudden gunshot. Well, sort of gunshot. It sounded weird. She could only guess who it might’ve been. The crowd was freaking out, scattering this way and that, trampling weaklings and all that sh.it. You little…
She dodged the marble-like people and darted as fast as possible to the sound’s source. At this point, her plan had been aborted. She knew it was going to be, though. This was Cole she was dealing with. He never planned, just did random cr.ap to mess with you.
"Hahahahah!" Cole laughed and ran he dropped more bullets to the ground and pointed the sonic screwdriver to them. It popped and nearly deafened him, "remind me to never do that again." Cole muttered. Cole wasn't quite expecting that to happen he wanted to draw Lynn's attention which he probably did. Cole did realize after he made his choice that he could make his escape. After that he dropped the rest of the bullets and made them pop.
Lynn cringed at the noise but kept going. He was in her field of vision now. She didn’t like this one bit—she was in his territory. She didn’t have a plan. She didn’t know what she was going to do when she reached him. She hated that. But it couldn’t be helped. “Hey!” She yelled, wishing to gain his attention before she reached him. Maybe she’d get lucky and he’d take off again, leaving her to reform a new plan.
Cole turned around and started running in reverse. He waved back, "hey!" Cole turned around and sped off.
What a weird guy. Lynn stopped running. She was done. “You know what? YOU CAN HAVE IT! GOOD BYE!” She yelled it at the top of her lungs. Then, she turned in the opposite direction and started nonchalantly walking home. She pulled out her phone to text the boss not to bother with the attack.