[i]"I hope he doesn't stumble on the tracks... He's the last person I want anywhere near the Underground." [/i]Harriet states to herself. She returns to the convoy, the two halves separating, one filled with supernatural beings and humans the Underground Agents didn't suspect of being pets off to a temporary Underground transit line; an abandoned train stop hidden from the known lines, the other filled with either normal people, suspected scientist pets and Peter heading off to a small town an hour away, with no agents aboard, just a hired refugee to drive it.

A small train cart rides up beside Paon, two agents stand on it, one of them holding a rifle of some sort to Paon's face. "[i]You a scientist buddy? If so expect to be filled with more holes. If not then we'll help you treat that wound... these things can do a number on a normal person." [/i]The other agent states in a very light Scottish accent sitting on a deck chair next to a lever while nodding his head to a spike, his friend watching Paon like a hawk for any false moves. Their little cart is just a small platform on railway wheels with a small engine on it, the two agents are both in almost identical dark beige uniforms that look quite comfortable and protective.