Ishani decides to forgo the damn typing and just calls Asa this time.
She waits as it rings.
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Ishani decides to forgo the damn typing and just calls Asa this time.
She waits as it rings.
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Asa answered the phone, after seeing the caller, wondering if a Bloodhunt was over.
"Hello?" he answered.
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"Is there a train station near this airport by chance?" Ishani asks without any other unnecessary pleasentries.
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"There was a set of tracks that mirrored the freeway into Reno, and beyond" Asa answered, keeping the conversation just as austere.
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"Right, but is there a station nearby? I can follow tracks all night and still be going in the wrong direction. It's a lot easier to hop a train from the station when one isn't moving, love."
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Asa finished zooming into Google Maps, saying a silent prayer that Ishani never discovered the gift of Celerity.
"There's an Amtrack station just off the freeway next to a Trucke River Regional Park. It's at the junction of Brockway Road and Donner Pass Road..." he said, then added, "No stops after 4:30 pm..."
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"All right, I am going to take Twist and head there. I'm gonna leave Jayant and the others here just in case. I'll call you if we find anything. Thanks." She hangs up.
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Asa looked at his phone, confused. It was 4 AM, not 4 PM...
With a shrug, he returned it to his pocket. Ishani had been Sheriff for decades.
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