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The train’s next stop was the North Avenue station. Jana and Cade disembarked at the far end of the platform, as far away as possible from riders on other cars. They had to avoid being seen; the blood on their hands, faces, and clothes would cause quite a stir. Jana tried to obscure the submachine g*n by pressing it lengthwise against her hip. Fortunately, at this time of night, there were only a handful of riders. The two slipped into the empty, stale smelling women’s restroom. At the sinks, they scrubbed hard and fast, doing their best to clean themselves up. In broad daylight, this would have never worked, but under the cover of night, they had a good chance of not being noticed on the street.
The North Avenue station was nestled beneath the midtown business district. A few skyscra
