The man wore a fancy white robe the kind befitting a king. He had white hair, blue eyes and I had the slightest feeling that I had seen him somewhere before. One of the thugs had a gun trained on him, but I could see the young individual didn't care about being held hostage as he just yawned. But when he turned to look at me he seemed surprised.

"How did you get in here?" the one in the robes said asked as he set down an old fashion telephone in one hand.

I didn't reply I simply just stepped forward.

"Halt. One more step or I will blow his brains out," said one of the terrorist as he butted his gun at the youth.

"In my name, Aron Adin Schwartz, prince of England, let him speak," he said. The terrorist looked at him as if he went nuts.

"Did you come here just to hold the prince hostage?" I asked none of them in particular. All four of them just stared at me.

"They certainly bloody are. They are just here to take my life. Oh life, what a precious and fragile thing," I held gaze with him for a moment, attempting to grasp his thoughts. Through the window, I could hear a siren going off. I walked over to the window and pushed apart the curtains. Apparently we are almost at London central, but the train hadn't slowed down the slightest bit.

"Where is this train going?" I turned and asked the prince.

"Possibly all around Europe; since this train runs on solar energy it can travel throughout the day and store up energy along the way. The battery is strong enough to last for up to 3 days," the prince spoke while completely ignoring the guns trained on him.

"Great. I am going to be late for class," I said.

"That will be the least of your worries young man," replied the prince.

"What are being you held hostage for?" I ask even though he doesn't look like a hostage to me.

"Family business, the kind of business you never want to be involved with. Now let me take care of my business and please do not interfere further, commoner," The prince said arrogantly.

"I am afraid that is not possible," I said.

One of the thugs aimed his gun at me.

"Put those bloody weapons away please, can't we just sit down and reason this out like reasonable gentlemen?" the prince asked then sighed.

"Tell me how to stop the train," my voice snapped.

"Go to the control room which is behind this door and hit the kill switch. But you will have to get through those guys first; and also, the conductor is dead. I wish you the best of luck."

"I don't need luck; never trusted it."

His eyes seemed to gleam when I said those words.

"Luckily I believe in what you believe too," he said. Then suddenly lurching forward he completely caught the thug beside him by surprise. I dash to the nearest thug, but too late a shot rang out. Blood sprayed across the wall, but I didn't check for whose blood is it. I performed an uppercut followed by a sweep kick, knocking a thug against the wall. The second thug took out an army knife and threw himself at me. I countered it with a side step and a side kick; he too was knocked out cold against the wall. Then the last and final thug, the one with the gun trained his gun on me, fired like a madmen. I quickly dodged roll behind a couch, with feathers flying everywhere all over room.

"I got hold of him, quick!" came a hoarse voice. I didn't wait for further words; I dove left scraping my left elbow. The terrorist was reloading and was trying to kick away the prince, like an adult trying to disconnect a chained ball attached to his leg. I aimed and shoot, followed by a long silence, as the thug fell to the ground. I didn't hurt him this time, I killed him. Though right now is not the time for either grief or guilt. I dropped my gun, and walked up to the prince; his face is all bloody and his entire body was pooled in blood.

"Stop the train." He said weekly.

"Go! Save the passengers. This is a command from Aron Adin Schwartz, also my last will, go!" he said with raspy voice.

No more needs to be said; there has been too much death already. I turned and began to walk to the next door, but his voice stopped me again

"As my final will, take this with you," he coughed up more blood as he tried to stand up. I got to his side and kneed in front of him. He slipped a fancy silver ring from his left index finger.

"This means a lot," he said.

I had tons of questions; but at that moment life slipped away from him like a slippery fish. There was no time to grieve, lives were at stake. I wobbled out of the premium lounge into the control room. It was a dark room with a bunch of panels that just lay around. Like the prince said, the conductor was dead lying in a pool of his blood. Too much blood has been spilled today; my stomach starts to churn. But I told myself, I always get the job done, no matter what. The kill switch was obvious enough for any non-blind person to see. Without thinking about the consequences, I slammed the button with my left hand; for a moment nothing happened. All of a sudden everything went zero gravity as I soared forward as my back smash against the wall, then everything went dark.

Voices, I hear voices.

I begin to open my eyes and all I saw was white; was I dead? No, idiot, it was a white ceiling. I sat up, and I found myself in new clothes. I am in a hospital. A nurse walks in with a clip board in hand and asks:

"Where's your family?"

"None." I replied.

"Anyone you can contact?"

"Probably, but I don't want to bother them."

The nurse was silent, as she quietly writes something down.

"What of my injuries?"

"One of your ribs is fractured and your back is bruised."

"How bad?"

"It'll heal in three days."

"Just give me 1 day."

The nurse looks at me queasy.

"I know my own body better then you."

At this comment she gave me the "oh well" face and left the room. So I lay in the hospital bed and the only thing I wanted to watch was the news.

Male reporter1#: "Train jack in London central yesterday noon. 8 deaths and 267 injured. Prince Aron Adin Schwartz was aboard that train that time, he was seriously injured and is currently in hospital, may God shows him mercy. Police and authorities continue to investigate who was behind such an act of terrorism. BIN report." I turned off the TV after that news.

After a day in the hospital I couldn't take it any longer; if they kept me I might take out my pistol and break out of here. Too bad I lost my pistol on the train...I can worry about finger prints later. My clothes are still in their possession though. Finally I made up my mind and demanded to be released from the hospital at once. It took much persuading and threatening, but the threatening defiantly worked better. They gave me back my original clothing washed and folded. I scrambled for my wind coat's breast pocket and checked; my golden pocket watch was still there and that's the important thing. I can always make another one of those pistols. I put on my original clothing and afterwards I began walking outside, heading towards my previous destination, which was just within walking distance. All of a sudden, almost unnoticed, a black sedan pulled up to the sidewalk beside me and out of broad day light two men who looked like they work in the MI6 step out the car. I turned around and saw no one on the street expect for a suspicious men reading a newspaper on my left and drunken old men, who laid his legs purposely forward. I am cornered, however, instead of panicking I stood my ground and held gaze with them. The two agents wore dark shades, but I could tell their eyes were full of steel, hard and unmoving.

"Mr. Qi. Please come with us; we mean you no harm...and please don't make us do this the hard way." Against 4 MI6 agents at once, I probably don't stand a chance. I would like a challenge, but now was not the time. And will a million questions swelling inside my head, my head feels like exploding. So I went along.

"Alright I will," without putting up any resistance I ducked into the car, as the two agents close the door behind me. One agent sat beside me, another one took the driver seat. But across from my seat there was a face that was new to me. He was a short squat old man, as he held a black cane between his two hands. His eyes were closed, possibly blind. When he sees me, or knows that I am in his presence he looked at me and spoke up.

"I know you have a thousand questions to ask. But right now I can only tell you one thing," he coughed. I leaned forward.

"Welcome to the Game of Royals, the game for ultimate power."