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The skull moved back and forth across the conductor booth like a cobra sizing up its opponent.
“What the actual f**k this that?” Destiny asked, helping me up.
“I don’t know, but it’s not happy to see us,” I said.
The skull roared again, filling the car with screams and light.
The passengers yelled and crowded to the back of the car.
The rear door slid open and someone jumped into the next car.
“Oh, okay,” Destiny said, calling back. “You gonna get mad at us for jumping the cars, but the first sign of trouble, you gonna be the main one running away. Okay, a’ight…”
Destiny stared at the skull.
“Wish we had Darius,” she said. “I won’t be able to damage it.”
“Any wizards onboard?” I asked.
A thin, wiry Asian man in the back of the car raised his hand, almost afraid to do it.
“An
