The night was quiet as I stepped out into the cool air, the city's lights casting a faint glow over the streets. Instead of heading toward the Warp Gate, which would have been the usual mode of transport for an operative on a mission, I made my way to the nearest station.
The choice of a speed train for this journey was deliberate—another layer of discretion in an already covert operation.
The station was nearly empty, the late hour ensuring that only a few travelers were about. I purchased my ticket and boarded the train, finding a seat near the back where I could observe a few other passengers.
The train hummed to life, and the soft vibrations of the engine beneath my feet were a constant reminder of the speed.
As the train sped through the night, the landscape outside the window blurred into a dark tapestry of shadows and distant lights.
