The ground rumbled beneath his seat, forcing small debris on the ground to jostle about. The train was arriving shortly, and already Shin was excited for this new task ahead of him. Assassination is not an easy job you see, for some people they require coping mechanisms to deal with their dirty task. Shin's just so happens to be childish giddiness, or perhaps the giddiness he feels is due to him being sick in the head. Nobody can say for certain. As the train roared and spouted smoke, grinding to a halt on the tracks Shin spotted a small number of cars trailing behind the engine. "So little room, what a drag. I'll probably have to ruin at least two of the cars. A cramped place really doesn't suit me at all." 

It slowed itself to a halt, screeching out its unholy horn. Signaling its arrival to all around it. There were few other patrons, an elderly couple and an incredibly tall skeletal figure. [i]'That's not suspicious at all.'[/i] Shin thought to himself with an incredibly sarcastic tone. [i]Oh, and he glows, is he after the same thing I am? That's not a bad thing, no not at all. It makes my job so much easier. I just need a sample, as long as this guy doesn't want his whole corpse he's fine.[/i] 

He boarded the train, and Shin watched him glance in his direction. Those sockets without eyes pierced right into him, their haunting glow made him shiver for a moment. Otherworldly beings are always a bit disconcerting, Shin is never quite certain how close to the rank of god they are. If they're too close, they might just toss his dominant master a few words of ill intent. And that would be game over for him. If they were too far, then they're still more powerful than he is, but they're cocky too. 

[i]'How dreary of a situation this is, I just hope he's on my side.'[/i] Shin had forgotten for a moment that he had to get up to actually board the train, the Cughtagh had already boarded and was on his way to the back of the train. "Right then." He closed his magazine and slid it into the pocket of his vest, withdrawing his staff from the same pocket at the same time. 

The assassin rose to his feet, patting his pocket with his free hand to make sure he didn't drop his magazine. With little delay he drove onwards and into the train, the doors closing behind him as the conductor gave the last call. The train would start moving soon. 

Shin clenched his hand around the small tube, it shook like a liquid for a moment and then grew to just over his height. Tapping the floor as it reached its proper length. [i]'I wonder if this will be fun or ugly.'[/i]