Dystopian Sickness Forum Volunteer Murderers

The train pulled away from the station. Nobody smiled at the group of new arrivals as they dragged their luggage across the platform and out into the car park. Three tall uniformed figures stood by a black minibus, watching with metal expressions. The red sigil on the side of the vehicle matched the luggage trolleys and the shirts of the seven new arrivals standing in the designated waiting area. One of the metal faces flicked a cigarette into the air and emptied the smoke from his lungs. He gestured at the bus with black leather fingers, and there was no more communication for next 2 hours of driving.