There was a loud whine of metal on metal as the worn old shutters on the train platform started to open. The high-vis clad workers began to file in, only for aged public announcement system to crackle into life, with a loud distorted voice ordering them to stand down while security personnel board. An unpopular decision apparently, as the mercenaries (and one of the group's own in disguise) began to march in... Dirty looks abound before a half-empty cheap travel cup coffee splatters on the side of the big ID-SOL commander's helmet. A very brave and foolish worker getting a few laughs which rapidly die down. The Crimson Assurance commander stomping over and swiping a heavy backhand against the poor fool's face, resulting in a loud crack of snapping bone... The quiet ensuing revealing a clattering of loosed teeth
There's a beeping noise at the check-in as the mercs are allowed on board without checking their weapons, a second team stepping out to be relieved by the new shift, and begun to load up in the armored transport. The workers step over their gurgling toothless co-worker and check their guns, looking for anyone else who might be out of place, or even maybe working for these guys in plainclothes...
The Team starts to get a few looks themselves, especially when the ticket vendor starts to blab about how someone not normally on this shift checked in with a military ID... Alistair had saved money on the pass for sure, though. A little extra profit made as he received his pass, at least.
Comparatively, Ayla got the right idea, and subtly boarded with some ease. One poor woman running wearing a climbing harness running out late from the bathroom and dejectedly being sent away as the turnstiles refused to yield to her. She shouted loudly about needing the work.
Cargo Bay:
Meanwhile, safely out of viewshot Nicky has a much friendlier reception from a young but rather unattractive luggage handler who seems to practically be about 80 percent adam's apple. Kid had a neck on him, but it made it all the more obvious as he swallowed hard at the unaccustomed appearance of something with curves handing him a fistful of money, and a bag full of... Something (Dildos? Certainly not guns, heavens no!). He bit, and bit hard at this as he staggered away with the bag to put it in the luggage.
"It's... it's no problem Miss!" he squeaks, voice cracking. "I'll... I'll just get your retrieval ticket..."
A few moments pass, before he runs on back, handing Nicky a small metallic swipe-card scrabbled with what seems to be his communicator number and the name "Thorbjorn 'Thunderkeg' Bjornsson", despite the ID on a lanyard around his neck reading "Ernie Blomkinder". Maybe she could find a use for someone who worked on the loading crew for the day.
On the Road Again:
The Driver and the Doctor found their part to be far easier and safer at the very least. The truck chugged along, making its way through the rain and a lack of early morning traffic. The case was mysterious, for certain and bore a remotely operated electronic lock, but the true mystery was that a few cars back, the armored Crimson Assurance van started to pull out and seemingly follow the team's lifted transport...
It was possible that the armored car was just going in the same direction, but it was also possible that something else was up.