Bullet Train A Novels & Stories

Of course that wasn’t it! What the hell was he even saying?! Before the embarrassed woman could explain herself, James chuckled before saying, “Don’t worry, I’m kidding… I kind of know what you mean, and… Well, let’s just go with the flow, alright…? That aside… You wanted to travel, right? Where to?” Breathing a subtle sigh of relief, Lana replied, “…Yeah, I just wanted to experience a journey on a bullet train… In fact, I’ve already bought tickets at noon, so…”

The man in the olive T-shirt was the first to appear, then the woman wearing the dark glasses and mustard sundress and finally the young woman with the pierced nose: all using different access points, all looking for us. Blanche glanced up at me in desperation. "What are we going to do?" "Stay calm," I say. Platform seven, filled with a rush of air, accompanied by the sound of electricity rattling through the track in front of us. The sound volume escalated as the red train, with HIGH BARNET VIA BANK, emblazoned in bright yellow lettering on the front carriage, clattered into view, its brakes squealing as it slowly came to a halt. "MIND THE GAP! MIND THE GAP!" Announced an electronic voice o

Gare du Nord, Paris. The station was a chaotic symphony of announcements, whistles, and rushing travelers. Liam Cross, billionaire CEO, stood on the platform. He was wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and a backpack. He was holding two massive suitcases. He looked... harried. "This is heavier than it looks," he grumbled, adjusting his grip. "It's armor," Aurora teased. She was wearing a trench coat and sneakers, holding Ethan’s hand. "Armor is heavy." "Look, Papa!" Ethan shouted, pointing at the sleek, silver nose of the Eurostar. "It's a bullet train! It goes super fast!"

After that, they entered the carriage and went to their seats. Bastian and Renata sat facing each other, with Ari sitting next to Renata. "What car is this?" asked Ari. "No car. This is a train," replied Bastian. "What is a train?" "That's the one with the song," said Renata, starting to sing the song, making Ariana laugh happily. "The sound is tut-tut," said Ari. "Now Ari is smart." "Ayi wants to watch," said Ari, pointing at the small screen attached to the table between Bastian and Renata's seats.

He looked weak, nose bleeding. "Exit strategy?" Sebastian supported him. "The Supply Train," Kenji pointed to the elevator. "It leaves in 5 minutes for the mainland." "It's a Maglev. Bullet train speeds. If we miss it, we are dead." They ran to the elevator. As the doors closed, a hologram of Takeshi Nakamura appeared in the hallway. The father looked at his escaping son. "Disappointing, Kenji," Takeshi’s voice was cold. "You run away with thieves."

"Yeah, it's your first out-of-the-country ride, isn't it?" I almost dropped my jaw. I know Arkenvale is far, but I didn't think it would be that far. I've only travelled to regions through the pods, that's what you call the personal vehicles. When we do get into trains, it's only to travel to further regions. And that usually takes two hours. Tops. Plus, this is a bullet train. It's insanely fast. "So what do you do here for 14 hours or sometimes more?" I asked him again.

"You've got a bright future ahead of you, I'll tell you that. Get ready, we're going out to take care of some things." "Alright." Ryder turned to leave without asking another question. Soon after that, he returned to Wilbur's room holding his briefcase. Wilbur got to his feet. "Let's go. I'd like to see who the top dogs of Exodus Province are." The three men got into the car, driving to the station at Wilbur's suggestion to take the bullet train. Bullet trains these days would only take a third or even a quarter of the time it took to drive a car, reaching anywhere in the country within a few hours.

"Me?" "Yes," I said, raising an eyebrow. "Well, something like that," he replied cryptically, leaning back in his seat with calm ease. Before I could ask what he meant, the train lurched into motion, picking up speed almost dizzyingly. "This has to be a bullet train," I muttered, amazed at how fast we were moving. "It's okay, Bellissima," he murmured. "What does that mean?" I asked, shifting uncomfortably under his steady gaze. He had called me that several times today.