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thought, chewing on her lower lip with her hand curled tightly around the strap of her bag. It can’t be just me.
    Madeline was seconds from turning around, deciding to see if she had any luck with that damn jammed door again, when a hint of conversation somewhere farther on caught her ear. Frowning, she snuck forward, suddenly even more mindful of her steps, trying her best to be unseen and unheard. Every inch she crept forward, the voices became clearer. Decidedly masculine, constantly undercut by a loud, whirring noise she couldn’t quite place. Her hand was on the handle that would open the door of the last sleeping compartment and lead into the areas usually restricted to passengers, but she hesitated for a moment, listening.
    “Come on, we need to move faster!” someone hissed, his voice tight and aggravated.
    “We’re going as fucking fast as we can,” another man replied, obviously sour and annoyed.
    Madeline’s hand shook as she kept it on the handle, trying to make sense of what was going on. Was someone behind there, stuck like she was? Or was she stumbling into something she shouldn’t? Before she could make up her mind on whether or not to open the door, it swung open in front of her and she came face to face with a tall, stern figure clad in black. He looked at her and a wry grin tugged at his lips, like a big cat finding a mouse to play around with.
    “Looks like we have visitors,” the man said in a soft snarl.
    Fight or flight kicked in full force and Madeline jumped back, surprising her new and unexpected acquaintance with her speed. Adrenaline made a body do weird things. Behind him, Madeline could see the rotor of a helicopter spinning with dizzying speed, kicking up dirt as it tried to stay next to the train. Two other men, dressed in equally nondescript garb, were tossing packages from the train to the chopper, another person catching them and stacking them behind him. The packages were oblong, no bigger than a loaf of bread, and the men were hauling them out of a big wooden crate that had been busted open.
    Sickeningly, she could see the unconscious, or maybe dead bodies of three US Marines slumped against the wall of the compartment. One of them had his throat cut, blood marring the front of his jacket and his head lolled back at an unnatural angle.
    Dead .
    It was the only thing that pounded through her head as she whipped around in panic, ready to bolt down the corridor. But a hand closed around her arm like a vise and she was pulled back, flying against the wooden framing of a wall leading into a sleeping car. A burst of pain traveled through her, so disorienting and painful she thought she would throw up. Nothing crawled up her throat but a scream, and then her body was being dragged backward with a hand clamped over her mouth.
    “Shut up, honey. You wanted to come and play, so come and fucking play,” the man hissed.
    Looking up, she could see his brilliant blue eyes flash gold for a moment, his features contorted just a little as the corners of his eyes crinkled in amusement. The breath was kicked right out of her chest as he moved them back into the compartment with the Marines, the two other men barely looking at her. But she could see their faces clearly, even when her attacker slammed her against the wall so hard that she thought she would pass out.
    All tall, wide-shouldered, athletic. With cold, dead eyes and no masks, like they either didn’t care about being seen or were certain they would take out anyone who saw them. The box that was busted open had a sign reading “US Navy, Ammunitions” and a string of letters and numbers on them that Madeline couldn’t decipher.
    She crumpled to the ground, drawing her knees up to her chest reflexively as the man hovered above her, staring down at her with that unflinching smirk.
    “Just fucking shoot her,” the man who’d been annoyed before said, tossing her a glance. “Don’t want to keep anyone around for this