Casey was up early lighting a fire in the locomotive and preparing the rest of his rolling stock. He decided he would only need the armory, medical computer and personal coaches and then his Jet-bike chained down to a flat bed. All of the rolling stock had special levitation pads which drew power from the Black Bullet when hooked up. The sun had just come up as his train pulled out of the mine and into the sky. Flying over the American countryside was something he often enjoyed and he was surprised seeing a little stream of black smoke on some railroad tracks along his path. He pulled the Black Bullet down low parallel to the train on the tracks finding it to be UP844. He blew the whistle at the engineer who returned the greeting and pulled ahead utilizing the Black Bullet's full speed. It wasn't long before Casey was on approach to the Scarlet City rail yard where he landed the Black Bullet.<br/><br/>After shutting down the Black Bullet he walked to the back of his train and unchained his jet-bike. His jet-bike which was illegal in ten states was a bare bones piece of machinery capable of flying at high speeds, but would suffice to get Casey around town. He started it up and sat himself onto its seat as it lifted off of the flatcar with the whirring of its jet engines. ASIS directly interfaced with the flight controls of the jet-bike allowing Casey to safely fly his bike. Shooting across the rail yard and down a street obeying traffic laws as he entered the city.<br/><br/>He arrived at a relatively fancy restaurant and bar around about lunch time. Parking his jet-bike on the side of the street Casey walked inside immediately spotted his long time friend smoking a cigar alone in a booth and walked over to him. He sat in the booth across from the old blond man, who looked no older than forty five in great physical shape. "I fought in three armies against the red monsters and now good for nothing kids who can't get out of their parents basement want to bring it to our shores." The man says before smiling and greeting Casey in an accent that had hints of Finnish and German in it. "It is good to see you again Norton. I take it you are here on business."<br/><br/>"I'm on vacation, Thorne." Casey says lighting a cigar. He picked up his menu looking over the many options he had for lunch.<br/><br/>"Bullshit. I know you don't take vacations save to burn leave days." Thorne says laughing at Casey as a waiter arrived to take their order. They both ordered a whiskey paired with their cigars and a hearty meal. "Well whatever your business is I would love to get your help finishing a project of mine tonight. You see I have been scoping out a den of human traffickers just across the street, I saw them grab a young girl earlier this day."<br/><br/>"Why haven't you called the cops?" Casey asked suddenly very interested.<br/><br/>Thorne replied getting quiet and leaning in, "The cops have been paid off by a handful of city officials who take the victims to their estates out of town. One of the officials should be there tonight to select another victim. Capturing as many of them as possible will be a priority and I couldn't do it on my own."<br/><br/>"Alright as soon as we are done here meet me at my train and bring all of your necessary plans with you. We can do it as soon as possible." Casey says before their food arrives where they totally drop their operation. Casey completely drops his investigation into Kenji for the day and doesn't even mention it to Thorne.