15th Exchange

[prodigal_hands]

:: Ed was in a bit of a panic.

He rushed through the train, not running, but obviously moving in an urgent matter. It seemed that he was looking for something... or someone. ::

Where the hell did he...?

:: A lot of anger could be sensed in his voice. Perhaps this was becoming a dire situation? ::

Comments

[cantbeadoll]

::Bumps into him::

Hey--!! ...Oh.

[prodigal_hands]

::Backs up a bit::

...Sorry, Asuka. I'm kind of busy right now.

[cantbeadoll]

What's wrong?

[prodigal_hands]

You know that assassin we were keeping prisoner in the back of the train?