Charlie got on the train, counted his subordinates. Whom he called "the blasty squad" lovingly.
He then sat down and brought out a small lunch box.
In the lunch box was a perfect handcrafted sandwich, which he proceeded to devour. Followed by a large dragon fruit and a few small white pills.
Charlie had no idea how they got in the lunch box. He didn't care, they tasted like old tea.

Charlie sat in the train with a satisfied grin on his face. Sedated and silent he stared out of the window.

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Ciskel came drifting in trough a window. He was holding a large cup of coffee.
"You never opened that gate before?" He yawned.