Chapter 3: Sezjika

I made my way to the train station at twelve. I looked around for Angela, and government agents who might be watching. I passed a family waiting to board the train, their young boy stared at me. His cold, blue-eyed gaze unnerved me. He looked like a person from before the War, or any of the wars before. He wore an old, black Russian hat, I believe it was called a trooper hat. He wore a similar coat and boots. He stared for what seemed to be an hour but was only a few seconds. He turned around and entered a train headed for the Docs, probably to go to another country. I watched until the train pulled out. After a little while, I returned to my search for Angela. It wasn't long before I found her on a bench, but something was different. She wasn't wearing glasses, she was dressed in a skirt, long sleeves, and green stockings. Her ponytail was down and she had her hair dyed brown. The one thing that revealed that it was her, was her unnatural eyes. I made my way over to her, slowly, trying to not make myself obvious. As I neared her, she looked up. "Hello... Vohdnad." "Hello," I paused, 'Vohdnad?' "Tsuaf." Thankfully the train arrived to break up the awkwardness. As we boarded the train, the robot voice came on, in a female British accent, "Hello, welcome aboard the Jrussian Hover Train system, or JHT. Please, remain seated, fastened and secure. Thank you for riding JHT." About a minute later, the voice returned. This time, in Jrussian. "Hinó, arviroh byid te Jrusion Ulon Yivvl ixtem, iye JHT. Mora, hara tesied, fastenied yil sael. Hraim yi wrillang JHT." A bell sound rang out and the doors closed. The train departed from the station with a whirring sound. We sat near the door, silent until we were sure that no one was watching us. "So... How was your day, Tsuaf?" I said, poking fun at her. "It was lovely. But tell me, Vohdnad, have you heard about the organization, UPP? They are a terrorist organization in the United States of the Kingdom." This question seemed odd. I figured that it ment something. Perhaps, Angela belonged to this organization. I grew warier and warier of her every minute. "No, I haven't, but why don't we not think about the USK. Jrussia is a great country. We have no problems here." She smiled half heartedly if to say 'If only it were true'. "First stop, Nara City." "Figh plageh, Nara Himiko." "The next stop is ours." Angela said. "Be ready." "I will." We left again to the same whirring sound. I looked around at the people on the train, there were only a few. It was early in the day, most people were at their jobs, so it wasn't too surprising. It wasn't until I saw the boy in the trooper hat again. I gasped as our eyes locked. This time his eyes flashed with anger. This whole ordeal confused me. "Second stop, Sezjika City." "Sigh plageh, Sezjika Himiko." "Welp, this is our stop." We walked off the train, jumping onto the platform. I looked around for the boy again, but he was gone. "Who are you looking for?" I paused. It was a government agent! "Oh, no one, sir." His face was unchanging. "I see. May I see your passport?" "Yes," I said pulling it out. "Here it is." The agent looked it over, pulled out a pen, and looked at it under a light. "Thank you Mr. Danshov. Have a nice day." He walked off, Angela breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank God. Now, let's get to my apartment." Here it was. I would finally have my answers, hopefully. We caught a taxi and head off to the Sezjika Hotel. When we arrived, Angela walked up to the receptionist. "Hello, I am Ms. Angela Faust. Room 369." "Yes Ms. Faust, here is your key. Have a nice stay." "Thank you" She bowed and we walked off to her room. We got to her apartment, and as she was turning the key, I felt tempted to say 'I take it back, I don't want to do this.' But I knew that if I did I would never know what secrets she held. She opened the door and we stepped inside.