I'm on a boat... Nowait, this is a train after all!

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AFter a few days of uneventful service in patrol and guard duty, this assignment promised to be interesting finally. Raziah had just about enough of doing nothing at all to be paid for. She just wasn't the type to do nothing, too much energy to be spend to enjoy "nothing". So this came as a saving grace. Meet up with someone from Briggs, for who knows what reasons, so they could cooperate in this matter.
She didn't know a whole lot about the entire case at hand. Just that she'd meet the contact at Central Station and the two of them would from there on head down to the town in question to do whatever it was they were supposed to find out about. So she was poking around Central Station, waiting for the person to arrive. Always keeping a onee-eyed lookout for possible new railway passengers that might be the one she was waiting for. Also always keeping her mind on being aware of everything. From former experiences, Raziah knew that the station was always a focal point for 'things' to happen. Robbery, shootings, fights. And she'd have to intercept these occurrences if they were to occure, as the redhead is on duty, kind of.

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The train clacked along the tracks as it made its way to Central. "What a pain in the ass..." Jericho sighed as he sat in the seat his legs extended to use the one across from him as a leg rest. His hands intertwined behind his head as his body stretched out. He was a little pissed that he had been ordered to Central, after all, normally he was free to do as he wished but, for some reason they felt he was needed there. They even insulted him more by thinking that he would need a partner for this mission. Whatever, no one could hope to understand his level, no matter who it was. Besides... it could be handy to have a local in this matter, or at least someone of the security forces. Hopefully they were of some use.

Having read his partner he had been working with dossier, he was quite confident that there was some details missing, as such as they were bound to. No matter, he could of easily sniffed something up on her without it, if he was truly worried. The fact of the matter was he was biased, not wowed or even angered by her. He had never met the woman and was fairly certain she was not unique. Could his perception be changed? Perhaps. But, he had always assumed people were weak before truly knowing them. It allowed for no let downs when it came to missions and inadvertently led to respect if they did surpass his expectations. In a sense, it was a double edged sword for others rather than himself. Sadly, it could let him underestimate those he probably shouldn't of.

The train soon came to a stop in Central station. "Well I guess its time to get to work," He said. Though it annoyed him, the higher ups had already earned his loyalty and he would listen to their orders without questioning it. He got off his seat and made his way out of the train. There were a few others getting off here but, not many. He made his way on to the platform, his eye on the look out for the one who would be his "partner." Looking around at all the faces he couldn't find anybody matching her description for a bit. Then he layed his eye upon her form. "There," He said as he made his way over. Stopping in front of her he made his presence known. "Sergent Major Jericho "Phailibarn" Cross, reporting Miss Dahl," He said a smile upon his face.

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So she was in the right place and platform after all. Raz had almost started to think, that they must of given her the wrong information or something, cause she had been waiting for a damn long time. Or at least she felt like it, impatient and full of drive as always. But, for everyone's saving grace, a train arrived and moments later, someone approached her. "Must be the one i am wating for, 'tis not like random people just get in other peoples face for no reason. Even less so, if the other people wear uniforms." she sharply concluded while checking him out from head to toe boldly. They actually seemed to have a few things in common. Red hair, eye patches just opposite of each other, just like mirror images -very height-differing ones, though-, just to name the most obvious visual ones. Maybe this was a positive sign, but maybe the patron saint of investigators just wanted to troll her for some reason or the other. Hopefully not.

Giving him a quick salute as good behaviour and trainign dictated, she proceeded to intriduce herself, all the while staring him right in the eye. A good exchance of glares was the best way to get to know someone, Berg always said. He also used to attach: "It doesn't work on dogs, though, they get irritated and bite you." Whyever the heck this came aross her mind just now. "Dahl Raziah. Central Security Sergeant." Without hesitation or waiting for a response, she turned around and lead the way off the platform, to direct him and herself to where they would take off in a regional train to a just outside the town village - they would have lots of time for socialization later. To see how far he had been filled in, she kept going with talking. "Let's, like, get on equal level here. We are set to travel just outside Central to a town titled 'New Movalpolos'. They, like, apparently have issues with people getting abducted or getting lost or whatever and some corpses already. Naturally, we have to, like, find out what's behind it and make it stop. Do you know any more then that?" Turning halfway and stopping abruptly the Central Security member again looked at her assigned coworker one-eyed-ly, in antivipatin of anything useful he might know. She hated to be groping around in the dark.

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