19:45

Kaz frowned at his iWatch, the glowing numerals on the screen being replaced with yet another notification from Reuters, this one indicating that the Pope had declared "all human life should be held sacred" in response to some sort of ISIS ploy in the middle east involving a massacre of hundreds. He had been keeping tabs on the story most of the journey from London, but he hadn't expected the Pope to speak on the matter. Kaz read the headline again, this time aloud to himself:

"All human life should be held sacred." 

He chuckled at the sentimentality, which garnered a very strange look from one of few passengers that occupied the decrepit train. Kaz felt eyes burning into his skull and looked sideways to find an older woman leering at him with curiosity. After all, it probably wasn't a normal occurrence to find a sharply dressed Japanese man intently studying his technological devices on such a desolate route. He had done as much research as he could into the route to Pryrush, but there wasn't much he could dig up other than it was a rather cheap route that didn't feature any kind of first class car. He had looked into flying, but attempting to find Pryrush on a map was an excruciating process, one that involved consistently zooming in on an electronic map until a small pinprick registered on-screen. Sure, the transportation method AND the village itself seemed backwards, but the CFO of Ujohiri Financial Holding inc had to...stoop(for lack of a better term in his mind) to the level of common individuals just this one time in order to resolve a matter that was all too sensitive. 

Any hint of civilization seemed to disappear after about an hour into the trip, but he had at least somewhat of a cellular signal up until ten minutes ago, which he cursed about inwardly. Without any line of communication, he would have to improvise somehow. He straightened up in his seat, looking down at his gold cufflinks before realizing that he had brought it with him in order to make more sense of it on the trip. On the seat next to him lay a smallish suitcase that contained the usual accouterments of travel, but in the front pocket was an envelope that he withdrew now, opening it to reveal a rather tacky note, newspaper letters making up the message:

"Why don't you drop on by? We can talk."
-Mr.Jig

This was the latest letter, which upon putting together with the others, formed the motivation for Kaz to follow the instructions laid out for his journey to Pryrush. He rapped his fingers on his leg, tapping one foot on the floor of the car. He would figure this out...somehow. 

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Kaz had gotten the attention of the conductor by moving to the front of the train and claiming that he needed to get off at Pryrush, not trusting the judgment of a backwoods Englishman to get him to his specific destination. The conductor looked at him rather oddly, but shrugged and told him that they would be there in just a few minutes. On his way back, he noticed that some of the cars had passengers that seemed...distinct. He couldn't put his finger on it, but some of these passengers didn't belong, he just knew it. Were they also headed to Pryrush? No, probably not. Could they? 

The train stopped, allowing Kaz to deboard onto the free standing concrete platform. He scanned his surroundings, looking for any sign of his mysterious communicator. 

"Come on. Show yourself."