Who... is this person?!
A man wearing normal work attire was cold sweating with dread. Before him, a train attendant with an ordinary face was smiling politely. However, he knew that the smile was hiding a terrible existence.
Before that, he was just enjoying the panic that the train attendants were trying to hide under their calm composure; knowing that their group's work was going to pay off soon. He was enjoying the feeling of victory and would celebrate with his comrades soon once the train stopped due to their bomb.
The man knew that security on the train would be severely lacking due to the chain of events their group was causing all across the country, and he was proud to be part of such a powerful group.
Although their general was murdered and caused them to have to change the plan last minute, such as replacing their communicator with a rookie, they knew that everything should still go according to their plan. The communicator was one of the most important people in the mission, but they had to get the original to replace the General.
However, despite all that, the man was still confident in their success. Based on their intelligence, there should be no Unnatural on the train with the correct ability to foil their plan.
But the reality was different. In front of him, right now, a train attendant with eyes that looked to be saying 'I know who you are' was standing and smiling, and the man felt really scared and uneasy, without knowing what feeling caused that.
The man was planning to make a move and escape. He himself was an Unnatural, a Thief with good agility, so he was confident he could run and warn the others.
"Acceleration!"
Lucas cast a spell on himself, making his body lighter and allowing him to move faster.
Stab!
Before the target could move, he stabbed him in the neck with his sharpened, bloody pen, causing blood to gush out onto his uniform.
Seeing the blood on himself, Lucas's mood became even worse, but he felt strangely more energetic. It reminded him of the bloody battlefield where he went on a commission once before.
"He's just wounded, don't worry," he smiled at the innocent passengers looking at what happened.
They were rightfully shocked, seeing a train attendant suddenly attacking a fellow passenger. However, they were somehow not frightened seeing someone die right in front of them. They believed the attendant's words that the man was just wounded as if the concept of death did not exist.
Bang!
Without letting the other terrorists retaliate or escape, Lucas quickly fired his gun, shooting at a woman who was about to stand up, right in her head. She tumbled back to her chair lifelessly, blood spurting everywhere.
Bang!
Bang!
He fired more shots at the terrorist members farthest from his position, killing them instantly.
Two bodies fell on the floor, leaving a pool of blood. People were watching in shock, but they were not panicking. Some of them wanted to help the 'injured' people, but the polite train attendant stopped them.
"Please let them be. They are bad people, and I am here to take care of them," he said politely.
"All of the terrorists in this carriage have been taken care of," he mumbled, "But the sounds of gunshot must have alarmed those in the other carriage," he sighed.
Looking at the dead man with a wound on his neck, Lucas closely scanned his face, creating another sculpture in his mind. He tried his best to imagine how the neck used to look without the wound, and after a minute, the 'statue' was complete. He was in a rush, so the appearance was not perfectly copied.
Leaving the shocked people behind, he walked towards the next carriage at the back and took off his uniform coat, wearing only a white t-shirt. He swiped his hand over his face and it quickly changed to that of the man he had just killed.
After wiping the blood on his hand on a spot on his chest, he pretended to be hurt and entered the carriage with a pained expression.
"Help... they've... found us," he said, panting. Lucas looked as if he could collapse at any time. As he said that, he also began observing the carriage.
Unless they are really cautious people, they shouldn't notice that the clothes I am wearing are different in this condition.
He noticed that there were three people who were already rushing to the back of the carriage, and after hearing his words, one of them quickly rushed to his side to help.
They reacted fast enough. I am glad I didn't spend too much time perfecting this guy's appearance.
Again, the innocent passengers were looking at him in horror. However, they were still not panicking despite looking at a man with a bloody shirt.
"Where... are we going?" he asked.
The man that came back to him didn't reply. He just kept on going, catching up with the rest of the group.
The group of terrorists left the carriage and entered the connecting corridor, closing the door behind them. Another group joined them from the other carriages at the back.
The gunshot shouldn't have been heard from all the way back there. One of them must have had a way to communicate with each other, Lucas assesses the situation.
Including Lucas, there were now a total of twelve people gathered there. Based on the memory he gained from the woman he killed, there were indeed a total of fifteen seats that were marked. He had taken out four of them, so the number checked out.
"What happened to you?" one of them, a woman in her early twenties, asked.
"I was... attacked. It's... one of the train attendants," Lucas answered with difficulty.
"How is it possible? According to our intel, there should be no Unnatural among the train attendants!" a man with a grumpy face replied.
"Is it perhaps one of the security personnel in disguise?" another woman asked.
"That might be the case. But how did they find us so quickly? There shouldn't be anyone with divination abilities on this train."
"Maybe they caught the communicator and she betrayed us?"
"I knew we shouldn't trust a rookie with such an important job!"
"Nonsense! She wouldn't betray us. The reason she got the job was that the higher-up acknowledged her, and you all know damn well it's not easy to get their acknowledgment."
They began bickering among themselves. Some of them blamed the communicator for her betrayal while some still defended her. They did not know what had happened to her, but they knew her position had already been compromised.
"How many people were there?" someone finally asked Lucas. It was a woman in her late thirties wearing a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. However, she was emitting a feeling of dignity and leadership. She was not beautiful, but her face showed experience and determination.
"There's... just one. But he's too strong..."
"Just one? That is difficult to believe," she replied but did not retort further, "Then we must assume they have reinforcement or a trinket."
She began thinking.
"Alright. Those of you who are Unnaturals, keep watch here. I doubt they know where the bombs are, so they will need to get to us to get the information. Among the people here, only one of us knows where the bomb is, so as long as they are fine, our plan will surely succeed," the woman, who sounded like she had a high position, gave out instructions, "As for the rest, we will be waiting at the back of the train to escape according to plan."
This train runs at a high speed. How are they going to escape? An Unnatural with some kind of escape ability? Lucas thought.
"What about Melvin? I believe he's too unfit to fight right now," a man asked.
So this guy's name is Melvin, and I guess this means he is an Unnatural tool
"You come with us," the woman looked at Lucas and nodded.
Seven people stayed behind, four men and three women, while the rest followed the leading woman to the back of the train.
Seven Unnaturals left? That's more than I expected. They are indeed a dangerous group.
As he followed the rest of the terrorists, Lucas began forming plans in his mind.
Only one of them knows where the bombs are. How do I know which one it is? It can't be one of the Unnaturals. It should be among these four people, and the most likely would be this woman we're following.
But I can't afford to read all of their memories. I have perhaps enough spirituality to read one person's memory before I need to rest up again.
If they do have a way to communicate, I am sure communication being cut off is their way of knowing something is not right. That means I don't have the luxury of time. After all, I can't afford to fight seven Unnaturals unless I take them by surprise...
As they were walking past the curious passengers, the door leading to the back of the train became visible. It would lead to another connecting corridor, and at the end, there would be a door to a small open platform with metal railings to protect the passengers. However, if the train was running, the door would usually be locked.
After they found themselves in an empty corridor, the leading woman spoke.
"We will wait here. Our Unnaturals should be able to hold them off," she said calmly and gave a signal to the others with a nod.
Suddenly, the three people got behind the 'injured' Lucas and held him tight, preventing him from moving. Two of them held his arms and legs, while the last one was coiling him from the back.
Shit! Lucas complained inwardly.
The woman approached and stood in front of him. She looked at him with a suspicious gaze and asked.
"Now tell me, who are you?"