Escort on a Train

The sound of a horn echoed out as the train signaled for anyone that was coming along to hurry up. “Come on Mr. Henderson, you need to get on the train now.” Quinton’s voice was slightly annoyed as he dragged not only Mr. Henderson’s luggage along, but Mr. Henderson himself as well. “Nononononono, I don’t need on the train! I can just take a carriage!” Mr. Henderson was still quite resistant. ‘Ugh… never thought getting someone one to a train could be this difficult…’ “We’ve been over this before, Mr. Henderson. There aren’t any carriages heading that way today. You’ve got to get on this train for your job.” “S-Screw the job! I won’t be caught dead on that train!” Quinton was just about at his limit at this point, letting go of the luggage and turning to give his client’s husband a stern talking to. “Sir, you’re wife has given me clear instructions, you’re getting on that train, or else you won’t be married much long.”

“Well, it isn’t my fault if I don’t have any luggage.” Mr. Henderson gave him a shrug and pointed behind Quinton. “What? No luggage? What do you mea-“ Quinton turned around and instantly saw it. Someone had grabbed the luggage and was running off in the opposite direction with it. “H-Hey!” With a quick turn, he pointed at Mr. Henderson. “Stay put.” And with that, Quinton took off after the thief. While the thief had no problems with Quinton had been sliding past person after person, avoiding any major collisions. What the thief didn’t know was that even though he had a head start on Quinton, he wouldn’t have it for long. The man came to a sudden stop as Quinton grabbed his collar from behind. “Now, why did you think you could actually get away with stealing that?” Before Quinton could teach the punk a proper lesson, the cops had showed up and taken the thief away.

As he returned back with the luggage, Quinton had realized that things couldn’t be easy for him. Mr. Henderson, had of course, ran off to hide somewhere. “Oh for the love of…. Where is he!?”Quinton had let off a little bit of steam, attracting a little bit of attention before most people shrugged it off and kept walking. “I swear when I find him…” Quinton was cut off before he could finish, the train making its second warning that it would be leaving very soon. “Don’t have time for this!” Picking the luggage up and slugging it over his shoulder, he ran off looking for Mr. Henderson where ever he could, before realizing the most obvious spot. Walking into the bathrooms, he instantly noticed a closed stall with no one inside. Sighting he walked over and gave the door a small push, instantly realizing it was locked. “Mr. Henderson?” There was no answer before he heard the last whistle, otherwise known as last call.

Kicking the door in, a fully clothed Mr. Henderson sat there, giving a small nervous wave before being grabbed by the collar and stood up. There was no time to drag the man around, grabbing the man and lifting him up over his shoulder. “You can’t just get on the damn train!” He yelled as he ran towards the train. It was already starting to leave the station as Quinton jumped down on the tracks running for the back as the train still built up speed. “Not today!” Quinton tossed the bags on the train, and quickly grabbed onto the railing husting himself and Mr. Henderson onto the back of the train. “There! Is that so bad!?” Quinton dumped the older man into the back cab. “Now, head for your seat and don’t even think about jumping off.” Quinton’s foul mood must have been pretty obvious, as the man seemed more afraid of the swordsmen at this point.

“Finally… some piece and quite…” Quinton laid his head back as Mr. Henderson and him sat alone in their cab. “What do you have against trains anyway?” Quinton had began to wonder, seeing the man nervously tap his foot. “N-Nothing good ever comes from riding on trains….” That kind of response just mad Quinton roll his eyes at how crazy he was. “Oh please, trains are perfectly sa-“Almost like the world had hated him, Quinton was interrupted by a sudden yell as a faint voice yelling that the train was being robbed could be heard. “Oh you’ve got to be kidding me…” The footsteps grew closer and closer to the as Quinton stood up. “Excuse me for a second.” As the door opened, Quinton meet the robber with a punch to the face, knocking him out in no time as two other robbers looked in awe at Quinton. “Now… Who’s trying to interrupt this ride again?”

The would be criminals had been knocked out cold and tied up as Quinton returned to his cabin. “There, that should do it now…” Mr. Henderson had given Quinton a frightful stare when the swordsmen returned and took a seat, thinking to himself not to get on the wrong foot with this young man.