Mission... Accomplished?

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The clickety clack of the Baltimare Express filled the dark train cabin. It was always her favorite part of the trip, when the tracks from the alpine region of Canterlot ran into the long, winding tunnel system that brought the racing locomotive through the outspur of the Appleachian mountain range.

The darkness always gave her a chance to think, to sit in darkness, to sit with her decisions.

Past, present and future.

A bump in the rails sent a shudder through the whole carriage, making the bag at her hooves clink and clatter.

She hissed and reached down, lifting the duffel-sized satchel onto the bench by her side and placing a couple of pillows around its outskirts to keep it lodged in place. She wasn’t sure what her plans for the future were, but the contents of this bag certainly factored into them.

She carefully unzipped the heavy bag’s zipper, grinning as the only source of light in the cabin reflected off of the stoppered vials of pure Quantihol.

Blackheart gulped to herself.

Who knows what her future held?

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