The tram rocked a little as it’s ageing electric engine growled and shuddered as it’s wheels protested going around the tight corner as it looped around the

The hand plunged itself onto the boy’s shoulder gently and firmly gripping it was Frederick’s hand. “Stay calm kid, you caused quite a commotion back there, another one so soon wouldn‘t be to your advantage. Running like that makes me think you‘re either hell of a worried, or responsible for the death of a certain professor.” he said very quietly to the tack before reaching up and ringing the bell for the tram to stop.

It screeched to a stop along the same street, the tram lines running along the same street before splitting East or West to head to either the other sections, or along to section 4 and he led the tack across the street from the tram, the very firm grip on his shoulder making the boy consider otherwise of either fleeing or fighting.

Pushing the boy inside he pulled the store door shut and made sure the closed sign was still firmly flicked over he shoved the tack inside and pulled the blinds. “So, want to explain what the heck is going on and wh-” he looked at the box in the boys hands, the paper having shifted again slightly, revealing the box inside. “Where did you get that?” he said quietly, pointing in slight shock. “What’s a tack doing with a box for the Central Committee?” He looked a little pale, his voice a bare whisper. “A box I made too. What are you doing with it?”