He was seated behind the driver
This brought all the passengers into his vision
Moving down the carriage, the man with the large paper
One hundred miles to go, ninety till they went through the tunnel
Seven tables down from him, the nervous woman
Ninety miles to go, eighty till they went through the tunnel
The old woman, six tables to the right
Noticed the nervous woman, went over to speak to her
Eighty miles to go, seventy till they went through the tunnel
The man with the large paper left the carriage
Seventy miles to go, sixty till they went through the tunnel
The man with the large paper came back with a coffee
He glanced at the nervous woman
Sixty miles to go, fifty till they went through the tunnel
The old woman went back to her seat
The nervous woman thanked her
Fifty miles to go, forty till they went through the tunnel
The man with the large paper was a professional, blank eyes
The nervous woman glanced at him
Forty miles to go, thirty till they went through the tunnel
The old woman left the carriage
Thirty miles to go, twenty till they went through the tunnel
The nervous woman seemed more relaxed now
Twenty miles to go, ten till they went through the tunnel
The old lady didn’t come back
The man with the large paper was folding it towards him
The nervous woman moved slightly to the left, cold eyes betraying her
The train entered the tunnel.
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 18th, 2026 06:03
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
I'd like to know what happens in the tunnel Paul.
Do the assassin's get their mark?
- Syd 🍄
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