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[Kingly]

It's good that the doors between train cars seal, because Jack is furious. He rolled off his bed, charged at me. I'm unsure of his intentions, until he grabs onto my throat, "traitor, I'll kill you!"
Time to put him down. No more nice guy. I strike upward with my arms, smashing my forearms against his elbows before punching him in the throat with two fists. It sends him to the ground as I get out of my chair. I draw my knife from the sheath that came with my coat while placing a boot down on his chest, bearing my entire weight on it while bringing them blade close to his face.
"Listen to me, and listen well. If I have to draw this on you again, I will use it. The way you're acting around these peacekeeper sons of bitches will get us killed. You f**king hear me?! Dead!"

I don't swear often, as in at all. I just don't. But he's got me ticked off now, if I didn't have self control, I'd stab his face right here, right now. but no. He has to get home to... what ever he has waiting for him.
I bring my face closer his to help send my message through his thick skull. "You will never get home, I won't be able to drag on my own miserable existence, and what ever you and your friends have planned will fail. I acted the way I did to fit character, to keep you alive. Do you honestly think you would be here if it weren't for me? huh? I just had that doctor fix your legs, to get you walking again by the time we reach ten. And how do you repay me? By trying to kill me."
He's having difficulty breathing, so I take weight off his chest before continuing my rant. "Now you have to listen to me, ACT like a peacekeeper. I'm doing nothing but trying to keep us alive, to make sure your district escape succeeds. The least you can do is try to follow so maybe we can get off this train alive. We clear?"
I bring the tip of my knife just a breath away from his eye. "Are we clear?"

[Gale Hawthorne: Ace Attorney]

Captain Artemis Falcon

District 7. Panem's lumberyard. Always having felt as if the middle districts were overlooked, he was more than willing to volunteer for the transfer. The paperwork always seemed excessive to him, though - almost unnecessary. He was meant to keep the peace; slowing down his transfer to such an extent should be Obstruction of Justice on its own. Whether he would ever get the opportunity to fight it or not, the fact of the matter was, he was there, and already back on the job, where he belonged.

As he re-entered the building that day, loading a half-empty magazine back into his pistol, he showed no remorse. Reducing Panem's population was an undeniable shame, but citizens sometimes prove themselves to be... detrimental to society. Embezzling excess lumber was a serious crime; he didn't understand why families couldn't just sign their children up for tesserae. Their odds of being reaped would still be microscopic.

Still, he supposed some people out there were bitter toward the Games. Some people were even bitter toward the Capitol. Still, Artemis had angry sentiments of his own, and he was never driven to commit a crime by them. That was why he could punish those who were irresponsible enough to act so inappropriately and still be able to sleep at night. As he passed through the door, he thought that his work was done, but he was a hair off from learning that he couldn't have been more wrong.

[Jack Lexington]

To my great surprise my left leg actually bends when I take the few steps to charge at Hilent.
Next thing I know is that his fists connect my my throat and choke me while my back hits the floor. Either I'm really weak or the guy pretty strong. Either way my reactions are way to slow to keep up with his violent attacks.
With my foggy, unclear vision I stare at the spotless steel blade right in front of my face. It's way too close for my taste. One powerful move and I'm either scarred for life or dead.
I can only understand half of the stuff he's threatening me with or rambling off be it because of the sedation or his strong accent. I get the main gist though: I'm not a traitor, act like a peace keeper or I'll kill you.
His damn boot is so heavy on my chest I swear he'll crush me. I can't breath properly and start wheezing so I reach for the boot trying to push it off or roll away while gasping for air. He shows no mercy, which only confirms that he's a real peace keeper.
My head is bright red and I can't talk anymore when I decide to give in to whatever he wants and nod while my vision fades to black again.

As soon as air fills my lungs I can see him again and the dangerous weapon in his hand.
"Clear." I gasp. "Clear...I'll do whatever you say."
Then he backs away and I let my head drop onto the ground and close my eyes in relief and cough like crazy drawing deep breaths.

Did I just almost get killed again?
I can't concentrate. It feels like the ground is moving underneath my back.
What did he say? Something about protecting us...Could he really just be putting on an act?
I don't know but what I do know is that I will act like a peace keeper but definetly watch my back around him.

Rattling at the connecting door between the carts gives away that somebody is about to enter so I sit up panting and then struggle to my feet. It's really painful but works!

[Kingly]

Jack agrees, but I think it's more out of fear than agreement. He's getting back to his feet, I sigh.
"Jack, if you want your legs to heal proper, lay down in the bed, or sit in the wheel chair. You can't work your bone until what ever the doc gave you finishes its job. Sit, relax."
Then I hear it. Someone's coming. I need to talk to Jack. I run to the door and jerk it open. I don't recognize the man, but he doesn't seem like an average peacekeeper.
"Stay out," I order him, "I'm discussing classified materiel and eavesdropping will result in immediate execution."
I close the door in the peacekeepers face. Don't want any guests right now, so I close the lock on the door. I return to my chair across from Jack, "Now is there a reason you tried to kill me? If there's anything you want to say, let it out. I need to know you won't snap if things go sour, and I need to know if I can trust you completely."

OOC sorry for the short post

[Jack Lexington]

As quickly as my legs allow me I hobble back to the bed and sit down. I'm actually walking by myself. What have they done to me? Whatever it was it works unlike anything I've ever seen or heard of.
"How is this possible?" Looking down at my feet I notice that I can easily wiggle my left toes, which wasn't working at all any more due to damaged tendons, muscles and nerves. The other one is in another cast so I can't tell whether anything has changed.
If they can do this what else can they do tho injured or sick people? Could they heal my father? Could they make people more pain resistant or even stronger? Like they create mutts? My thoughts go wild.
While I'm preoccupied with figuring out my legs and the capitols medicine Hilent barks at whoever is trying to enter. I shoot a quick glance over and see somebody who captures my attention instantly. The man looks out of place. He doesn't sport the short hair cut or uniform all of the others do. Instead he wears a dark suit and glasses. Even from a distance he gives me the creeps until Hilent smashes the door on him.

Finally I figure out that the moving floor is due to the train that has departed and is now zooming through the woods between the districts at top speed. This compartment only has small windows pretty far up so I can't see anything but sky from my position.

Hilent wants to know why I jumped at him. Isn't that obvious?
"I wanted to join you and you kicked me down and had me dragged away ordering them to torture me. You bastard. Did I get in the way? Who tells me you're not playing both sides and are using me and the contact to figure out who the people in district 7 are and then go, drag them all into the street and shoot them. You have this act down a little too well."
If my glare could have killed him he'd be on the cold floor now.
Hopefully the walls are really sound proof.

Without warning a woman in a grey uniform enters the room from the other side unannounced and first looks at me in surprise, then the other man in the compartment. Her expression is baffled but I don't know whether it's because I'm up or she has heard us.
"You're awake." She gets her composure back. Her face doesn't reveal any emotion anymore when she picks up the tubes and 'tools' and approaches Hilent and asks him to leave.

A small change in the faint rattling underneath our feet makes me aware that the train is slowing down. I wonder what the reason might be? Possibly and obstacle or we're already nearing the next district, which would be 8.
10 minutes later it comes to a complete stop.

[Gale Hawthorne: Ace Attorney]

((Sorry if this feels a bit rushed- I'm a bit pressed for computer time this week.))

Captain Artemis Falcon

He sifted through his brief case for a folder of documents and brought them to the front desk. After a painfully long fifteen minutes of background checking, his papers were stamped, and he was directed to another desk next to the bulletin board. The other peacekeeper behind the desk shot him a look of understanding when he rolled his eyes in frustration, but there was nothing more she could do before sending him off.

Passing through the lobby, he glanced through the glass wall to his left to see a train. After pulling back the sleeve of his white uniform to see his wrist watch, he frowned. "Either that train's run hysterically late, or they've stopped for just a bit too long."

The thought raced through his mind for a while. Though his obsessive nature could have meant he was completely off-base, he had an inkling of a feeling that something was amiss. He wanted to investigate - more than anything - but he had his priorities right in front of him. If it weren't for this damn paperwork... Taking a breath, kept walking to the desk, but his eyes still gravitated toward the train. After a few more painful glances - the desk to the train, the train to the desk - he made his decision and ran toward the desk.

With that, he slammed his papers onto the desk. He flashed his badge, and started speaking in a fast, commanding tone. "Artemis Falcon. I'll be back here in three hours, just give these to the gentleman on the next shift. We might have a problem, and I can't be tied up in bureaucracy right now."

The thin peacekeeper who took his papers seemed confused. "But, you can't just-"

"I've been doing this for over twenty years. If I'm wrong, I'll take the heat later. Goodbye."

On Goodbye, he stormed out the door and made his way toward the train with a fast walk.

[Kingly]

One second I'm trying to straighten this mess out with Jack, next some lady barges in here, making a few smart comments then asks me to leave. Jack seems puzzled as she addresses him directly, and I'm honestly dumbfounded about her. I'm not sure if she'd outrank a captain or if if she just holds some other power over me.
"Excuse me, may I ask who you are?" I challenge, not losing my authoritarian voice.
"I'm a doctor," she states, "And I'm here to poke at this young keeper's legs. He's currently under going an experimental treatment and I need to ask questions in which you may not wish to be present for."
"He is under my command, I shall know what is happening."
She seems either scared or annoyed, hard to tell. "Then you won't mind when I have to strip him down to do a full physical exam."

Ah, hahaha.... no. I don't know Jack. I'm not about to stick around to see him, the entire him. But in the company of a woman like that, I guess Jack can't complain. I just hope this whole ordeal goes off without further tragedies, I have plans for seven if I make it back there alive. I give a cheap grip to the doctor and shoot her a dirty look, "Very well, ma'am. But he better be ready by the time we hit ten."
I march out of the medical cabin, but something catches my eye. The train has been slowing for quite some time, and we're pulling into district eight. The rain jerks to a halt as we pull into the station. I walk into the dining car, and through a window, I spot a man. He's well dressed, doing a hurried walk toward the train. He seems the official type I would hate to mess with.
He's coming onto the train just as I take a seat at a table and he's fuming. I simply place a stern bossy look on my face and take a seat. Hopefully this new guy doesn't have interest.

[Jack Lexington]

I can imagine worse things than spending time with a female doctor who looks that beautiful. Even with her uniform, the hair in a bun and no make up she's remarkably pretty. Plus I'm kind of happy to get rid of Hilent even just for a little while as I'm not quite sure what to think of him yet.
Is he on my side or not?
Unfortunately I don't have my senses completely together yet and my reactions are still very slow. So it takes me a moment to realize she actually wants me to strip down completely.
"Would you please hurry up? I don't have all day, keeper."
My clothes have been reduced to a sterile shirt anyway and now she wants me to take that off and run around butt naked? "Are you serious. I'm naked underneath." I explain as if she didn't know and earn a unexpected reaction. Her harsh expression changes to somewhat confused.
"Where are you from?"
Oh shit, I've talked to much and my accent shone through. What now?
"Me? Uh, why, I mean, I from district..." Gahhh, I wish I could remember what the ID said.
"You mean because of my accent? Undercover assignment. Can't tell you more."
I think that was a pretty good safe. Judging from her look she's somewhat satisfied but still urges me to take my clothes off. Instead of setting myself another trap I obey but feel absolutely exposed laying naked on the bed in front of this stunning woman. With my hands I try to cover my private parts.
The doctor moves the leg that has been broken, then asks me to move it myself. Pain shoots up my leg but it works.
"Does it hurt?"
"Yes."
"On a scale from 1 to 10 compared to when you broke it how much?"
"Eh, 5."
"Good. Describe it."
"I don't know...stinging...?"
She runs a scanner over my skin reading it carefully while I wonder what exactly they've done to me and try to interpret the signs and beeping.
"No more screws?" I try to keep my question short.
She just nodds, then runs it over the other leg.
I'm basically just happy this one is still attached to me but then she touches a small scar on my hip, that I haven't even noticed before, with the device and pushes a button. I swear my leg is instantly on fire and I'm curling up groaning in pain.
"Control yourself, keeper!" She orders me with that pretty stern look of hers.
She touches the spot on my hip again and a strange sensation runs all the way to the bottom of my feet, almost like electricity. Without my doing my toes suddenly move, then my ankle and knee. A scream escapes me. "What...?"
"Electric nerve control." She explains as if I knew what that meant.
"It's been inserted in your vein because most of the nerves were destroyed."
My mouth basically drops open. Does this mean I'll walk properly again?
Suddenly she stop what she's doing and stares at me.
"You're not from district 2, are you?"

When Hilent enters the wagon all other keepers in the wagon change their tone to a low mumbling while they are eating their meals. Out of the corner of their eyes they watch him truly curious how such a young person could already hold his position. He had to be exceptionally hard and good.
One of them sits down next to him. His rank isn't as high but he's high enough to take the freedom to sit next to him.
"May I have a word with you?" He asks politely while he neatly places his plate in front of him and arranges fork and knife on either side. He gives the plate a slight turn so the meat is right in front of him.

Behind him an older peace keeper shoots a look out of the window and spots the man he is watching. "Falcon!" A gasp escapes his lips before he regains his composure and averts his eyes.
He hurries out of the cabin to make sure he's not here if the man enters.

[Kingly]

I'm only sitting here a few moments and all these men are staring at me. There's a reason I keep my hood up. But out of nowhere, a keeper sits down across from me and adjusts himself like he belongs at the same table as a captain. I'm only about to question him when someone snaps, "Falcon!" indicated toward that flashy suit guy that walked in. The keeper that was sitting across from me is in a rush to get out of his chair. He stumbles from his seat and trips over himself, landing right on me. It's just out of reaction what I do. Too many years dealing with animal attacks.

He lands on me and I ram a fist into his face before elbowing him across his face. I pull his gun from its holster in the tussle, but I'm sure no one noticed as I slip it behind my cloak.
I throw the keeper to the ground before rising from my seat. He's apologizing over and over, begging for mercy. I glare him down before smashing my boot into his face. I have to keep up my persona. I hate myself so much for this. I'm becoming something I'm not. I need to get Jack home and back to seven. I can't take this shit anymore.

I suck up my emotions and turn to two peacekeepers who were watching this display. I snap my fingers before pointing at them, "You and you, take him to the infirmary. When he's patched up, give him a good flogging for disturbing my good mood."
The men nod and take the keeper out. I resume my seat and move that keepers plate over to my side of the table. Well cooked meat, vegetables, potatoes, a good meal.
But that new guy, Falcon I guess his name is, he's not any kind of man I should mess with. But I think I have his eye, he can't take it off of me. I simply begin eating the food before me, acting like nothing happened. I don't want Falcon's attention anymore than anyone else.

[Jack Lexington]

The doctor has me cornered and leaves me only two options, retreat or attack. Since my life is on the line I choose the latter.
Pushing her hand with the device away I sit up and stare at her.
"Stop asking curious questions doctor or it will be you who needs to be patched up."
My voice low and threatening I lean closer to her ear and growl. "My captain doesn't allow any sort of failure and I'm not ready to deal with his anger...are you?"
My eyes are as cold as my voice when I stare at her. I'm sure with my shaved head and the signs of the fight for my life all over me I look pretty intimidating.

Her face is suddenly pale and she takes a step back from me. I can clearly tell that she is insecure now. So the doctor puts the device in the pocket of her white jacket.
Satisfied with my act I relax a little but only until she takes out another strange device that looks an aweful lot like a large, somehow technical syringe. I have a hard time not letting my fear show but manage to remain calm on the outside.

"We're done." Turning my bare back to her I step back to the bed, grab the shirt and slip it back on. My safety blanket.


An awkward silence has spread in the dining compartment. Nobody dares to talk since that strange keeper has entered. Not all of the men know who he is but the can sense that he means trouble. Every peace keeper knows about the 'eyes'. About the keepers keepers even though most of them have personally never met one. Maybe because the ones who meet 'the eyes' seldom return to talk about it.
The guy on the table to the right brakes the silence by dropping his fork and muttering something when he bends down to pick it up. "This food tastes like straight from one of those poor districts. Like manure!" He shots a meaningful look up at Hilent.

[Kingly]

I'm only sitting and eating. Dammit, I hate all these damn men staring at me. It's driving me crazy! I need to think of something, because it's wearing on my nerves. One drops his fork, then he's cussing about the poor quality of food. This stupid, spoiled, greedy... thug. Keep calm, just set him straight. I can do that now with my "position". I think I'll miss this power, not much, but a little.

I draw my knife and ram it into the table, driving the six inch blade half way to the hilt, "I am tired of you pansy little bastards bitching about every fucking little thing!"
That's kind of ironic considering my capitol accent. And the fact that capitolites are so spoiled. But I have the attention of the whole dining car. I stand from my chair and step to the center of the car.
"I am on this train less than a morning, and all I hear is complaints about this and that. My coffee's too hot, my steak isn't cooked right, this food tastes like sh*t. SHUT the F**K UP! You little bastards are the most sorry group of whining girls I have ever seen in all my career!"
The whole car is dead quiet. Both shock and curiosity on every face here. I turn on my heel before continuing a rant.
"Honestly, I have seen recruits from the spoiled parts of the capitol that complained less than you boys. You call yourselves keepers?!"
The keeper that dropped his fork, he's glaring at me. "Sir, Captain, I only made a comment. You should know how much better the food should be. You ARE from the capitol."
There's several tisks and gasps. I turn to him, baring a glare that causes him to freeze in place. I swear he's about to crap himself. The keepers that were on guard are ready to move on him, just waiting for orders. I walk up to the keeper slowly, looking as intimidating as possible.
"I'm sorry. I couldn't hear you from over there. Can you repeat your last? Keeper?"
He's trembling. Good, cause this is kinda fun. "Sir, the food we get in higher districts is much better than-"
Before he can finish, I slam his head into his table. He falls off his chair cussing and whining. The keepers just watch as I flip him over, bracing a boot against his chest and pressing my entire weight on him. "In my division, to get the rank I am now, I enlisted at a very, very young age. I was eating food that makes the stuff your eating now taste like a damn chocolate fondue. I faced training that would make the shit you went through seem like a walk in the park. That's why I'm in command, and you're sitting here bitching about your food. Do you see me complaining? Do you see the big bad capitol captain even cringing his nose at the food? No. You want to know why?"
He's gasping for air, so I press my boot down harder. "Do you want to know why?"
"Why?" he gasps.
"Because it could be a lot worse." I take my boot off his chest and take a step back. I turn to the onlooking keepers and glare them down.
"The next man to complain, shall have his tongue cut out. Next man to back talk, will have his brains blown out. Next man who refuses to stop staring at me; I know you all are, I can feel it. The next one to stare at me will be beaten severely. Is that clear?"
The whole car answers with a uniform, "Yes, sir!"

I should've been a peace keeper.

I turn back to my table and continue to enjoy my meal. The keeper I beat down, he's rubbing his forehead where a lump is forming. No one dares to help him, in fact people are snickering at him. I finish my plate and stand up from my chair headed for the infirmary to check up on Jack. Hopefully that doctor didn't hurt him. But then again, I hope Jack didn't screw up and put us in danger.
The peacekeeper I struck down before is waiting outside, he keeps his head down as I pass by him and step into the infirmary. Jack has something on and he has himself covered enough. I approach the doctor, she seems freaked out by my presence. I look her right in the eye, as she does to me. She calms down, I'd say significantly. Her trembles that built when I first entered have settled, but they reoccur when I ask her, "What have you to report?"

[Jack Lexington]

The train has come to a complete halt as it entered the train station of district 8. It looks like an exact replica of the one in district 7 or any other one for that matter.
Just like in 7 the station is full of armed peace keepers who are supervising loading and unloading processes. Every single worker is scanned and checked before he or she is allowed near the train.
A handful of them are allowed to access the train for maintenance.



The doctor averts her gaze for a moment, then reports. "The treatment seems to work so far..." She looks away and swallows the 'but he's told me to stop' that lies on the tip of her tongue. Thank goodness. She would only cause Hilent to knock me out.

Taking a deep breath and shooting me a look she adds. "If he doesn't disturb the healing process until we're in district 12 he should be able to walk."
Taking a step to the side she tries to get around Hilent and opens the door to let the next patient inside.
Involuntarily she flinches at the sight of his mushed up, bleeding face.
"How could this happen on the train?" She wonders but the guy isn't willing to give up that bit of information considering the 'captain' is in the room.
He only mutters. "I apologize , sir."
Quickly she and I connect the dots. My companion obviously enjoys using his power, which makes me wonder even more if he's really just putting on an act.

While the woman orders the bleeding keeper to follow her to an examination table behind a curtain and starts working on him I get a chance to speak to Hilent.
"Your doing?" We keep our voices to a whisper.
"I think we're in a different district. What time is it? How long do you think it'll take to get to district 10?"

[Kingly]

I keep a disappointed look as the bloodied keeper walks through the room with the doctor. Jack questions me on it. "It was an impulse reaction. If you've ever had a lynx tear into your chest, you'd know to keep your guard up at all times. Besides, this is an opportunity to get back a little at these peace keeper bastards for all the things they've done to innocents. Maybe a little for what they've done to me. But it's a little past ten, we should be in D10 by four."
I lean out to check that nurse, she's occupied completely with the keeper. I lean in close to Jack, "You better watch yourself. Some guy named Falcon is on the train. A big shot from what I figure. You need to BE a keeper. Pretend to be one, give an effort! Because I know the look on his face. He'd execute anyone without batting an eye. I plan to get you back home, then I need to get back to seven. If you screw up at all, we are both dead."

The nurse is finishing with the keeper, so I straighten up and turn away from Jack. The keeper has his nose in a mask, and the nurse seems as scared as ever. I step forward toward her, she just freezes, out of fear possibly. I come face to face with her and put on a gentler expression, "You need not be so scared, it is the keepers aboard the train that are grinding my nerves. But I must tell you that I expect my man here on his feet by district ten."
She calms down sort of, but seems rather shocked at my calmness. She glances at Jack, then back to me. "I'm sorry, the best I can do with my technology is twelve. If you're departing from the train at district ten, then I could get him a wheel chair or a bed in that district's infirmary. On the condition he allows his legs to rest, he will be walking again by sundown."
I nod at her appraisal then turn to Jack, "Listen to the nurse and stick to your bed. There are other options should you choose to do otherwise."
I tried to give a calming sense to my tone, but that came out cold. Real cold. I swear I'm getting too deep in character. But I turn my back to the nurse and shoot an apologetic look to Jack before I walk out.

[Jack Lexington]

The way Hilent is paying back these peace keepers is against everything I beleive. "What makes us different than them is the way we behave, our humanity. Don't become one of them." I warn him.

People are reacting strangely around him. The way the doctor and the injured keeper look at him...he's instilled fear in them. Heck, he's gotten me afraid for a while.

'm just hoping that Hilent won't use his newly found power against me but if I think about it he'd probably have my tongue cut out before I put his life in danger. Even though I get the feeling that he is on my side I still have to watch my back around him and, of course, who ever boarded the train. That special keeper.

the prospect of being able to walk again in a day or so totally changes my mood. Only a week ago I didn't even know if I would survive the infection, that had spread from my totally wrecked leg. For all I know I would have lost it or not been able to use it properly anymore and now this lady is handing me my life back on a silver platter.
When Hilent is gone and the other keeper is sitting on a chair at the other end of the room I give her a small smile.
"I'm sorry. You're just doing your job. Just get me walking as fast as you can."
Her expression softens a little but I can see that strange look in her eye again. The same look she has given me when she questioned my identity before.
"Very well." She turns around to go back to a steel cabinet to get whatever she needs.

For a moment she exchanges a few words with the other keeper , which I can't hear properly, so I switch off.

The floor starts moving again and gives away out departure from this district.
I try to remember the times and distance plus directions, the sun has just set behind the window so I'm guessing we're heading west.

Then the doctor is back with that aweful looking medical instrument and just like I've fear she wants to use it on me. With cold fingers she flicks the bottom of my shirt away, cleans a spot on my thigh and pushes the tip of the thing under my skin, then pushes a button to release whatever is inside.
My cry sounds like a dogs yelp as I try to come off tough when I reality I want to scream bloody murder. What am I? A freaking guinea pig?
Suddenly the bruised keeper shows up next to her, grabs my wrist and handcuffs me to the bed.
Fear, adrenalin, pain-they kit me all at once. "What in panem are you doing? Get that off my wrist right now!" I scream at him but my voice cracks.
Both of them just look at me blankly. Panicking I try to wriggle my wrist out the metal but can't get it out.
"Why are you cuffing me?" I demand to know with my face bright red and struggle into a sitting position.
Instead of an explanation the push me back down and tie my other hand to the other side of the bed.

As if on cue both turn towards the door and leave while I shout after them to stop.
Frantically tearing at the cuff I wonder: Have we been discovered?

Not too far away a guard walks through the compartment with a scanner. Each keeper briefly placed his hand on the screen receiving a loud and clear beep. It's routine for them. Going through each of them the heavily armed guard approaches Hilent holding out the screen for him to place his palm on. No questions, no orders. Just a machine gun at his side.

[Kingly]

I've only just sat down when I see the new entourage of keepers combing through the cabin with palm scanners and heavy weapons. I sigh as I pull my blade from the table and return it to the sheath in my coat. I hear Jack complaining about restraints again in the background. I wish he'd stop trying to resist. These keepers are assholes, but they're the assholes fixing his legs. 
The inspectors present the scanner to me and I place my hand on it without worry. Sure enough, my information comes up. Pictures, official stuff, all that stuff. They nod and walk on without worry.

As they continue on, the nurse and the keeper from the infirmary approach me. The keeper stands at attention while the nurse keeps watch on his face.
"Sir, I have a query."
I sip from my glass before continuing to eat, "What is it, keeper?"
"you have confiscated my side arm, may I ask why?"
I chuckle before pulling the gun from my coat and placing it on the table. "I made the mistake of not policing a weapon from a keeper before setting him in his place. You know what he did?"
The cabin has gone silent, the keeper swallowing, "What, sir?"
I take a bite of my steak, savouring it. Then I take a sip if water.
"He shot me. He became so enraged that he attempted to kill me."
I pull down my coat zipper a little bit and undo a few buttons on my uniform to reveal just a small part of my chest. There's a mess of open scars, but there's one where a stick had stabbed me. Looks like a gun shot, so it convinces all who stare. "You want to know what I did to that keeper?"
He's shivering, the room filled with whispers and awed faces. "What did you do, sir?"
My face is straight and snarling, "I got off the ground, coughing blood. I fought him, wrestled away his weapon and put a bullet in each of his limbs. Then I took him into the street and slit his throat with the very knife I carry now. Now tell me, do want your weapon back?"
That was a lie, I never did or could do that to anyone, but it gives him more to fear. He looks at the weapon on the table, he reaches but then pauses. He decides to shake his head, "No, sir."
I take the pistol back and I'm about to return it to my coat when I hear Jack's yelling. Damn that man.
The keeper leaves and takes a different seat when the nurse steps up.
"I wished to talk to you about your follower," she states. I stand from my chair, checking the pistol's chamber. It's loaded.
"Talk to me." I tell her as I holster the weapon and head toward Jack.

We are just outside the infirmary car, in the connection between the two cars. Completely isolated from prying ears. The nurse steps close to me, whispering.
"I don't think your man is who he says he is. He is squeamish, resistant, and has trouble answering the most basic of questions. I believe we are dealing with an imposter, or someone unfit for peacekeeping duties."
I look deep into her, she's gained some confidence or comfort in my presence. Either or, she is willing to speak up.
"I'll look into it." I say flatly.
I open the door to the infirmary, and my heart drops.

Jack must have pissed someone off real bad. He's cuffed to the bed, unconscious. One of the keepers following the one with the scanner, he's cleaning the blood from the butt of his machine gun. Jack, you stupid bastard.
"Shut him up, did you?" I ask the keeper with the gun.
"He refused to have his hand scanned, we had to persuade him."
"Is he persuaded?" I question, faking a laugh. Honestly, I'm scared he might have been hurt.
"Yes, we scanned him and he cleared. Stupid recruits think they own the world."
I smile, fakingly of course. "And I have to deal with this little bastard in a new classified operation."
The keepers smile at each other, looking relieved. Probably because they got on my 'good side'. They continue their sweep and the nurse takes a look at Jack's head.
"Minor concussion, swelling in his cheek. He'll have a headache and a lump on his head. Other than that, he'll be fine."
I nod, "good. Keep him sedated until we reach district ten. I'm tired of dealing with him. Give him some more medicine, try and speed the healing process."
She nods, "with him out, I can increase the dosage of medicine via IV and feed in steroids. With that, he will be able to do back flips out of here."
"Do it." I command her. She gives an acknowledging nod and sets to work. I can finally stop worrying about him getting us killed.

I step back into the dining cart and finish my meal. I venture on to a rest car with comfy chairs and recliners. I hear there's a shower on board as well, been years since I enjoyed one of those.

I finish my shower and even slept a few hours. The sun is low over the horizon and we're slowing down. I hear someone call out, "Coming into D 10 now!"
Good, we're here. I head through the train until I return to Jack's bedside. Just in time, he's waking up. Now we just need to get off this train.