Snippet #2769890

The press of the crowded streetcar waxed and waned as it made it's way down the stops, but it never totally thinned enough to grab a seat, even if everybeast were to act the perfect gentlemen to her. At least there was always a leather loop from the ceiling to cling to. No matter, thought Nellie, they would be getting off soon.

She was not overly apprehensive about being caught while riding the trolley, she recalled a story that Mr. Kosovo had told her. Apparently, there was a small ritual among Trademan Initiates that involved getting from one side of the town to the other without being caught by the instructors that patrolled the middle. While many creative ways of completing this challenge were tried, from jumping rooftops, to crawling sewers, the masquerading every thinkable profession, the challenge was very rarely successful for the Initiates. That was, until a young cat in Kosovo's class merely jumped on the bus and rode it to the other end of town. No one had thought to look in such an obvious spot.

Kosovo, far from dreamily recalling that particular memory, had managed to squirm his between passengers to a window. Looking through the dirty glass, he could see from the street signs that now was the time to jump off. At the next station, he alerted his compatriots with a jerk of the head, and got off the car. A block more to the station, and they would be out of this capitol and able to regroup.