The city was in an uproar. Worry on the faces of those of status and confusion on the faces of those lesser individuals in society. Paul had been on the intelligence committee he knew what the box signaled. The commoners, he thought, disgusting filth they don’t even know what he does for them! Why they should be bowing as he passes in gratitude for the work he does for them protecting them from evil. No, they only looked up to Evan the worthless man didn’t even really know what went on in this town! This town didn’t belong to Evan it belonged to Paul. Paul made his way onto a stopped train displacing a wretched commoner from his seat. The train was away at once rushing towards the city center from the intelligence district. Many of his fellow passengers stared at him openly. It wasn’t everyday that they saw an official riding the train and they made no attempt to hide their astonishment at seeing Paul there. The workers in this district were cleaner than in the city center, this district being the intelligence district, so Paul didn’t mind occasionally catching the train in from his important meetings.
The train rumbled to a stop and the doors slid open to reveal that they were not in fact in the city center but stopped instead somewhere between the district and the city itself. Confusion spread among the train’s passengers, the loathsome individuals. All except Paul who was more infuriated than angry. Paul opened his mouth to yell at the train operator when a small explosion erupted from the side of the train completely removing the front end. Glass and debris rained on the passengers cowering for cover. Paul received several deep cuts across his left cheek from the flying debris and was still standing, stunned, in the middle of the train when he was pulled out of the train. A shriek from a female turned everyone's attention towards her. When they looked back Paul was nowhere to be seen.
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