Minute by minute, the unapparent tension thickened as I felt the particle content of the wind increase. I could tell the Returner was going up and down the train cars and was presently only one away from ours, but I still didn't act.
'If the jig is up, then it's up; I will burn my identity and head back to Manchester on foot to destroy the video footage of my face. Not to mention, I'll have to retire Cal and only use him as a figurehead for the books.' Careful to hide my actions from sight, I placed my dagger into the backpack, causing it to immediately sag from the weight before setting the pack down on the chair to my right, slightly open enough where I'd be able to reach in quickly to grab my weapon, and waited.
