Page 99 of Psycho Pack

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Plague stands at the railing.

His lean frame is silhouetted against the gray sky.

Snow swirls around him.

Catches in his dark hair.

He doesn't turn as I approach.

Just stares at the mountains we are leaving behind.

Looks off into the swirling snowy skies.

Stop a few feet behind him.

Waiting.

Silent.

He knows I'm here.

Might as well have announced myself with a fucking trumpet.

But I will wait.

He will speak when he wants to.

Minutes pass.

Only sound is the hum of the train.

Clack-clack-clackof the wheels.

My breath fogs through the scarf.

Finally, Plague speaks.

"It's a beautiful day, isn't it?"

His voice is quiet, almost sad.

So different from his usual clinical tone.

I don't respond.

Don't need to.

He isn't really talking to me anyway.

"I suppose you're wondering why I brought us here," he continues, still not looking at me. "Why I made this deal. What connections I could possibly have in a place like Surhiira where no one gets in and no one gets out."

I grunt softly.

Yes.

Obviously.

He chuckles, the sound devoid of any humor.

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