Tom jumped off the couches and ran over to his bag, but before he could get there she seized his arm. Looking over his shoulder to see her smailing at him and in a mocking voice she asked.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Not wanting to drop the beer, he transferred it to the arm she had a hold of.

"Ummmm, No where. I just need to get som'n out of my bag."

She looked a bit surprised.

"O-ok What are you getting?"

Feeling round inside the bag, he found what he is looking for. Closing his eyes as he pulled the pin to a flash bang. Tom tossed it in the air, as he casually said.

"Say cheese."

Following its ark in the air, she only got out one word.

"What-"

There was a deafening bang and he felt something heavy hit the floor. He couldn't a thing hear and he looked to see why she let go of his arm. She was rolling round on the ground and with her hands on her ears. She was probably swearing at him to. Thinking to himself.

'May have over done it. Don't cat girl have really good hearing?'

He recovered the bag and ran out the back door. Lobbing the dragon scale behind him and jumped over the fence. Didn't spill a drop of beer by the way. Making his way over to the train tracks and walked along them and pulled out the burner phone. Tom looked up on the internet when the next train is coming.

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'Looks like in about two hours, need to find a place in the shade til then.'

After about five minutes of walking, the burner phone started to beep. Looking done at it, there was a text from Jonathan.

[Hey man, just got a call from my GF. What is going on bro?]

Tom's paranoia

'The dragon is going to get this number form him... somehow! Burn the burner phone!'

Not going to questing it this time, Tom drops the phone and stomped it into the ground. Walking for all most an hour, he could see the train yard.

'Cool, just need to wait for it to get here. That looks like a nice tree over there.'

Sitting in the shade of the tree, Tom got out the water flask and did inventory.

-Three liters of water

-Hand-pump purifier

-Light weight tent

-Sleeping bag

-Lighter and waterproof matches

-Three MRE's

-Fishing kit

-First-aid kit

-Roll of duct tape

-Pair of socks

-Bathroom towel

-Toothbrush

-One smoke grenade

-Two flash bang

-Knife and multi-tool

-Picklocks

-357 Magnum Revolver

-12 silver bullets (six of them in the gun)

There was no ten foot pole, so it was not best bug out bag, but it will have to do. Seeing the train off in the distance, he got prepared to jump on it. Then something small hit his lag. Looking down at the dragon scale and somewhat panicking, Tom examined the grassy field. There was no one out here but him.

Tom's paranoia

'Not Good!'