They were silent, creepers in the night. Guards of an unknown cause, but guards nonetheless. Moving in shadows was how they performed. Then, in daylight, they blended in. Nobody ever knew who they were or what they wanted, they just knew the name: The Agents.
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TWENTY one days later the kids started going missing. Their absence was felt but it was numbed. And no one thought a thing of it.
Twenty one days later weaving around and through the mountains, over forests, the train rumbled onward.