Page 99 of Psycho Pack

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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