ᵉⁿᵍˡⁱˢʰ Pour Some Sugar on Me [Bullet Train]

10

It should come as no surprise that Ladybug had moved on and there was no sign of him as Tangerine and Alex went straight back when the pink girl told them about him. Cursing, such a fucking mess, the dark haired man pulled out his phone and wrote two messages to his brother saying to watch out for a guy with black glasses and to stop him.

"There's only one silver briefcase," Alex said on the way back, causing Tangerine to look at her with her eyebrows drawn together, "What are the odds there's just one silver briefcase here on the train? Pretty low, if you ask me. Think about how many people a train carries. Besides, the girl merely saw a silver briefcase, but whether there's a tangerine sticker on it now, we don't know."

"We'll know," the dark-haired jewelry wearer began, "When we get the stupid motherfucker."

I say.

Unfortunately, to make matters worse, and this didn't make the search any better or more relaxed, was Tangerine's mood, which was getting rotten. Yes, it may be that some things hadn't gone particularly to plan and the two killers were in deep shit, but the dark-haired man's mood didn't do much to keep things calm and thoughtful. No, quite the opposite.

In the next wagon, everything was to be found with some white-pink cat and a person stuck to a mascot's head, which was also insulted by Tangerine after the latter had pushed the cat aside to pass and finally, because the latter followed them, had to throw a cat cuddly toy at it.

"Hey," Alex stopped in the next car and took Tangerine by the arm to make him just stop, take a breath and look at her now, "Don't take out your frustration on all and sundry. Come on. What can I do to make this stop. I don't feel like continuing to endure this for the next few hours."

"Darling, I'd love to disappear to the bathroom with you.....," but Tangerine screwed up her face and merely shook her head before, after a frustrated snort, standing very close to Alex, placing a hand on her tailbone and pressing several fleeting kisses to her lips, ".... but, there's an asshole running around with the suitcase and this one is the only way the White Death won't kill us. We'll get it to Darling, I promise."

Not quite what Alex had thought of or had in mind.

Unconscious, but not dead, was Lemon when Tangerine and Alex came back to where the three men were. One dead man was enough for now, and to their destination, Kyoto, was a mere five stops away. Sounded little, but the journey still lasted little and it remained to them thus still some time.

Just as Alex turned to Tangerine because he wanted to go on, he pointed at Lemon and told her to stay with him. Safe was safe.