[hr][h1][i]A Dapper Male[/i][/h1]
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Ugh, train? It's bad enough that he's being forced to head off to the very [i]sticks[/i], but now he demands that he comes by [i]train[/i]? Unbelievable! The man in a suit, sitting in the chair, with a suitcase in his lap, let out a sigh. In some way, it's understandable. Some backwater town like this one wouldn't have an airport. He inhaled, then exhaled. [i]Just enjoy the ride, you'll be coming face to face with Jig and clear this up later.[/i] the man in a suit reassured himself as he sunk down into his chair. He was going to [i]confirm[/i] that he knows something before the man in a suit does anything. This could all be one big trick - and he was never one for tricks. the man in a suit coughed, and checked his phone - shit, still no signal. Not good. Just to be safe, the man in a suit looked around the train car. Pretty empty. Not a soul is here... Wait. There's a young man in here. the man in a suit didn't notice the sleeping young adult in the row of seats right across from him. Which implies that the man in a suit wasn't paying attention, or he snuck in here while the man in a suit was fiddling with his phone. This guy wasn't even awake, he was just sleeping.

Something was catching his attention, like... he seems somewhat familiar, or there was a match in the man in a suit's head. He eyeballed the man a little longer, squinting. He decided to check his iPhone - [i]Christ![/i] the man in a suit forgot the phones don't have receptions! the man in a suit rolled his eyes up into his head. Looks like the mystery of this stranger will go largely unsolved. Probably just some guy heading home for vacation. Speaking of his iPhone, it's time to get off! The man in a suit got up, with his brief case in his hand, casually sliding that cellphone into his pocket. For a moment, he pulled the letter out of his pocket. [i]"Why don't you drop on by? We can talk."[/i] Written in letters cut out from news papers. Like Mr. Jig is some sort of criminal mastermind. [i]Oh, we'll be talking alright.[/i] He walked through the exit door of the train car, and stepped into the next one, and then the next one... continuing the process until he was to the front of the train. Along the way, he spotted some rather... "[i]interesting[/i]" people. The sharp dressed man wondered what business they had here. Some of them didn't look like the types that'd show up in this town... Then again, they could just be visiting family. Who knows. Maybe this city was their start, and they're just here for nostalgia sake. The man smirked. He made it to the very front of the train, and stepped through the doors - immediately spotting the conductor. He walked up to the conductor, and raised a finger.

"I'm getting off at Pryrush."

The conductor nodded, and the dapper man went to the previous cab, and sat down. Patiently waiting for the train to come to a stop. It was around ten or so minutes later that it did come to that stop. He yawned, and stood straight up. With the briefcase in hand - [i]I'll never let go of this thing[/i] - he walked off the train, and onto the hard, cold, concrete floor. This didn't feel comfortable underneath his dress shoes, but whatever. Now that he's off the train, now what? Will he just stand here with a thumb up his ass until Mr. Jig comes to meet him?

"Come on. Show yourself."

A man in a suit, like himself, said. Which immediately made Jake turn his head towards him, and stare for a moment. He had a nice suit, and looked Asian. He felt like there was a connection between the two men. He didn't know. What he [i]does[/i] know is that the newcomer in a suit [i]obviously[/i] has as much reason to be here as he did. Well, might as well play along. "What? Here to meet someone?" He said, with a casual smirk on his face.