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[color=fdc68a]On the N-Train[/color][/center]
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	Two heroes left the nuke room to travel elsewhere. Following them were various, colorful sounds. Gunfire. Ice crystalizing. Chainsaw. The [i]distinct [/i]sound of someone being utterly pulverized by a hero with super strength. Breaking bones, impact, mid-fight commands. Rending flesh and spattered gore. Truly, it sounded like a blood bath in there. Pandora was almost sad she was missing it. Almost. Trying on actual modern (ish) clothes was a new thing for her, instead of just wearing what amounted to street pajamas. Getting clothes spattered with viscera...there was something uniquely uncomfortable about it. As opposed to before, where the got mostly on her bare skin. Or aforementioned street pajamas.

	Young people getting exposed to horrible violence wasn't new. Pearl clutchers may pretend to be shocked and appalled. Children, eighteen years old, they decry. Killing and seeing people die. It's awful! The minimum age to sign up for the army is seventeen. Kids start learning to kill early. Then they're shipped off to war and start mowing other people down.

	Hell. Back in her day, they'd have 12 year olds strutting about the battlefield with drums! Mind the flying limbs, now, dearie.

	Pandora gathered all her items in her purse carefully. Kicking off her shoes, then her socks, she gently pushed her shoes into the floor, where they might be safer. Rolling her shoulders, she made the 'table' was pushed neatly back into the wall from whence it came. Rising to her feet she strolled leisurely down the train car. Before her was the space between train cars. On the caboose before her, in which the battle was taking place, she could see Chainsawyer currently attempting to terrorize her young teammates. 

	This situation was why it was good to keep forces in reserve. He had severed the train cars, and the nuke car was slowly drifting away from the train. No doubt isolating it from the rest of the train would be ideal for them. Perhaps they even had a plan to lift the whole thing up and away, or something ridiculous like that. Though she doubted the super villains of today had that much pizazz left in them.

	Needless to say, it would do the children no good to be cut off from the rest of HERO. Pandora angled her open hands towards the chain. Her willpower extended outward like little feelers. Connecting herself to the coupling, she willed it to extend forward. Pulling from the metal of the train car, the end of the coupling snaked out towards its other half. Once there, it molded together, good as new. Then she demanded that it shrink back to it's previous length. It obeyed, pulling the speeding caboose forward from where it had drifted slightly.

	Once that was done, Pandora reached out for the door of the caboose and opened it.

[color=fdc68a]	"Excuse me, Chainsawyer? You there, the vermin."[/color] She called teasingly out to him. [color=fdc68a]"You missed. The train car is still connected." [/color] Using her left foot, she kept a 'lead' on the coupling. If he went to chop it again, his chainsaw would melt right into the coupling and become attached by the blade.

	If he went after her instead, that was his mistake. If he turned around and kept going after her teammates, well, that's another mistake for him, too. Big dumb brutes like him were easy to handle. Pandora kept an ear out for the train car behind her, making sure not to get snuck up on.