Rush Hour

[attr="style","background:linear-gradient(to right, #C7FF00 2px, transparent 2px) 0 0,linear-gradient(to right, #C7FF00 2px, transparent 2px) 0 100%,linear-gradient(to left, #C7FF00 2px, transparent 2px) 100% 0,linear-gradient(to left, #C7FF00 2px, transparent 2px) 100% 100%, linear-gradient(to bottom, #C7FF00 2px, transparent 2px) 0 0, linear-gradient(to bottom, #C7FF00 2px, transparent 2px) 100% 0, linear-gradient(to top, #C7FF00 2px, transparent 2px) 0 100%, linear-gradient(to top, #C7FF00 2px, transparent 2px) 100% 100%;background-repeat: no-repeat;background-size: 20px 20px;padding:15px;"]The scene in the stopped train was dire, but not quite dire enough. People were panicking, as expected, but the involvement of the two metahuman aspects seemed to be doing a far better job at containing the crowd than a human would in their position. He'd have to take that into account next time. Still, future planning aside, there was nothing Cain could do about it until he came in range of the second train.

Good thing he was patient.

[attr="style","background:linear-gradient(to right, #C7FF00 2px, transparent 2px) 0 0,linear-gradient(to right, #C7FF00 2px, transparent 2px) 0 100%,linear-gradient(to left, #C7FF00 2px, transparent 2px) 100% 0,linear-gradient(to left, #C7FF00 2px, transparent 2px) 100% 100%, linear-gradient(to bottom, #C7FF00 2px, transparent 2px) 0 0, linear-gradient(to bottom, #C7FF00 2px, transparent 2px) 100% 0, linear-gradient(to top, #C7FF00 2px, transparent 2px) 0 100%, linear-gradient(to top, #C7FF00 2px, transparent 2px) 100% 100%;background-repeat: no-repeat;background-size: 20px 20px;padding:15px"]Scramjet took Psi aside, but Cain didn't poke his head around to listen. That would be far too suspicious. Besides, there were microphones in the driver's cabin- he could hear their conversation without appearing to react to anything. No, what he did react to was the shouted command; ducking down next to one of the benches, using a hand on the metal rail to swing himself into place, and staying put until given the all clear. The train wall caved under Psi's telekinesis, prompting a fellow passenger to shoot Cain a worried look. He responded with a shrug.

"Just one of those days, eh?"

They held the silence which followed for a few seconds, before Scramjet appeared back inside the train. Cain gave him a lazy wave with his free hand, before slowly pushing himself back upright, leaning casually against the metal pole. He certainly seemed serious about all this. Any good MIRA agent would- hell, any good person would. Cain listened to his instruction regardless, responding with a partially enthusiastic thumbs up.

"Yessir." He said, leaning over to centre himself at in the middle of the aisle whilst still keeping one hand on the metal pole, "Alright- side of the car, all of ya. The brakes are gonna come on pretty hard, so you might wanna hold... uh..."

His voice trailed off. Cain turned to Scramjet again, as if to speak, but seemed to decide against it fairly quickly.

"On. Hold on."

Once again, he turned back to the agent- and one could've sworn that he winked.

"I'll go spread the word. You, uh... you keep an eye on that Psi kid for me, aright? I've got a bad feelin' about him- oh, speakin' of bad feelings..."

He snapped a finger and pointed at the other psychic, gesturing for her to follow him.

"You're with me, missy. Hey, look-" He leaned in to mutter something in her ear, "Haven't you ever seen a movie before? All the good stuff happens at the back- you don't wanna sit here and watch some old guy tappin' away at a busted control panel, do ya? Let's leave the government cape to do government cape shit. The action's just down here."

Cain gave Scramjet another thumbs up, before the brakes telekinetically engaged and sent him flying into one of the railings, producing a very loud clang on impact. For a moment, it looked as though his spine had been all but snapped in two—there was no way a human could reach that position without something dislocating—but Cain was able to stand up almost immediately. The only lasting damage, if you could even call it that, seemed to come from his hat falling over his face- but that was easily fixed.

"I'm good!" He said, with two thumbs up now, "God, he could at least warn a guy before doin' that- damn near broke my spine."

He paused, taking a few moments to, apparently, straighten out his back. He leaned against another railing to steady himself as he brushed himself off, even cracking his jaw back into place as he waited. There was a reason he needed to stay in the front of the train for a few more moments. Then, when those moments had passed, he turned back to the girl and gestured down the train.

"Right, c'mon. I'll try get people to leave out the back. That seems safest, right?"

Without another word, he started to walk down the train, keeping one hand to steady himself on the railings at all times.

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"Okay, Basilica." He said, "Your turn."

Then—slowly, at first—the train began to move.

Backwards.