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[i]Union Station[/i]

"What? What's the matter?!" A man shouted down the stalls to another person who was running with a shotgun in his hands. The one who was called out came to a halt and went over to the man where they spoke in a quiet tone. Upon hearing what the runner had to say, it was rather evident a sense of panic kicked on and he began unslinging a rifle that had rested on his back. "Fuck! Really?! Go then go!" He shouted, pushing the shotgun armed person and running after him. 

It wasn't long until everyone who was associated with or labeled the authority of Union Station was making their way through the crowds towards the gate that held the surface. Someone with a good ear could hear scratching and banging while the number of guards started building up, each man finding a spot to get a good aim at the door. There was a crowd forming around that time, and a couple of the men turned around to disperse the people, but something else was happening, the sounds of heavy and fast footsteps against thin metal echoing from the air vents that gave the station well-needed oxygen. It seems something, is out of the ordinary.