I- The Train
She stepped onto the train and looked around for a vacant seat. After a moments pause while her eyes scanned the rows upon rows of filled chairs, she spotted a place two rows from the back. The sack she wore around her shoulders jingled and rattled as the train pulled off. She noticed that no a single eye noticed her as she made her way to the empty seat in the back of the car. Only in this city, she thought to herself. It was true in away, only in the great metropolises could you walk on a train in any state of dress and have no one even turn their eyes to see you better.
“Sheep,” she muttered to herself, as she started to take her seat. Slipping off her bag, she slid noiselessly into her seat, careful not to wake the passenger sleeping next to her. The man sitting next to her gave a small snort of a yawn and rustled very slightly before falling back into a deep sleep. She snuggled into the squashy maroon seat, and assumed a comfortable position, knowing full well that she would be in that seat for a long time to come. Her sack was on her lap, and seemed very plain and simple—a clash to her rather ornate clothing, but when you're on the run, sometimes you just take what you can and get your butt in gear. The zipper opened silently and she reached in with a perfectly manicured hand, pulling out a small data pad and stylus. Carefully she closed the bag and stowed it away between her legs on the floor. She looped her leg through the strap to make it more difficult to steal. The contents of her bag weer valuable to the right people, and it was her job to make sure they got there intact. She imagined that there were not too many people on this train that would be interested in her parcel, but she was not willing to find out otherwise.
Tapping the stylus on the data pad's screen caused a tiny square to illuminate. She tapped again in a seemingly random sequence or a few seconds, and, slowly the pad started displaying text one line at a time. After each line appeared she tapped again once or twice causing it to fade and another to appear. Five minutes passed with her noiseless tapping. The man next to her started to rustle again in his seat. He began to mutter quietly, not forming any distinct sounds, just something between a whimper and a moan. She tapped the screen decisively then slid the data pad into the interior pocket of her velvet frock coat. When she withdrew her hand, she was holding a daintily embroidered handkerchief. She touched it delicately to her nose, dabbing a touch of a colorless ointment under it. She then replaced the handkerchief into her pocket, and removed a dark object that under a cursory examination resembled the stylus she had just put away. Placing her finger over the end of it, she pressed it gently, causing an extremely tiny extremely sharp fine point to emerge. Looking at the man seated next to her, she attempted to let herself feel pity for him for what was about to happen, but she could not genuinely feel the emotion, it was too far gone from her. With a smooth and swift motion, she scratched the back of the man's hand. The muttering soon stopped, and his breathing slowed. His eyes opened for just a second and he looked directly at her. She gave him a sly smile, and his eyes opened wider as he recognized her. He was met with a small nod as he exhaled his last deep breath and slumped into his chair, assuming the same slightly awkward position, the only difference was that he was now in a sort of stasis, an incubator if you will, holding the foul germ that would overtake the train. He knew that he was vector zero, and that he would not come out of this alive.
After about an hour, the man sneezed. It was not a big deal, people sneeze all the time, but little did they know that the germs he was incubating were now slowly infecting the entire car. They were infecting everyone but her, and she knew it. Another hour passed, and the entire car was slumped down in their awkward poses, breathing slowly, alive, but again in stasis. The germ was programmed to not spread any further, and in effect silenced the car until she was ready to wake them up again. “Sheep,” she again thought, looking over the people in the car. “People really are sheep, a herd of pale, hairless sheep.”
She stood up and slid her bag back over her shoulders. She moved carefully to the front of the car whih was still gliding noiselessly over the rails. She pulled the data pad out of her pocket and glanced at its screen while she pushed a tiny button at its side.
“Please give your name and passcode for voice verification.” it said in its tiny chirp of a voice.

II- Our Heroine

“Paloma; Delphine Paloma. One-Six-Theta-Three-Omicron-Delta, Mary had a little lamb who used too much blow; Voice operation active.” The device chirped again affirmatively.
“Identity is confirmed. Voice operation is active. Please state your command,” chirped the data pad. Delphine looked out the window at the steadily moving ground for a moment before she looked at the screen. “How much longer until our intended destination?”
After a nanosecond of a pause, the little voice chirped aagin, “One hour twenty minutes until disconnect destination will be reached.” She looked at her watch and made a note of the time. “In exactly sixty minutes, please link up into the car's system, and disconnect the train.” Another affirmative chirp was heard.
“Do you desire this car to be stealthed upon disconnect?”
“Yes, make it like this car never existed.” Delphine smiled a toothy grin at her last statement as her data pad made another affirmative chirp. The display of the data pad showed a simple count down timer. She noted it, then slid the pad back into her pocket.