I circled the security room at the train station, and didn't know what to do. I called Silas, who told me to focus on learning what I can about the situation. I focused on it as well as I could. It was clear that Allen had known the person who had taken him, his demeanor, the way he had kept so calm, and the way he kept me back. It was too civil to be a random attack. This guy knew Allen, and knew what he was doing. I didn't know Allen's whole story, really, so I thought it may have been someone I had never heard of, or encountered. I started examining the security room, and I pulled up floor plans from the internet. There were about four ways out of there, so I started walking a route that took me past all of them, keeping my eyes peeled for anything. I called Silas again, and told him the few things I had figured out. He wasn't impressed, and suggested that I try to find a fifth entrance to the place, maybe break a window or something.
Just after he said it, i heard a bit of a scuffle on the other side of the station. My patrol of the building had gone wrong. I hung up on silas and headed for the other side of the station, full speed. Allen was being chased onto the tracks by the man who had grabbed him. I tore off after them, carrying all of our gear, stuck to my back in two backpacks. There were so many tracks at that station, and one tunnel. Allen Headed for the tunnel, and I followed Him as closely as I could. He zipped across the tracks, with the attacker right on his ass, and I fumbled along behind him. He fired his gun, and missed the guy, but nearly hit me, and I started moving to one side of him. Then he fired again, nowhere near the other guy, but still very close to me, and I realized that he wasn't aiming for the attacker, he was aiming for ME! I panicked, and ducked behind a pillar to avoid his fire. Then, a train split the track between he and I. The attacker was on his side. I stepped out of cover, and tried to see what was happening. I couldn't see anything for a while, until I saw Allen on top of one of the trains, fighting the attacker. It was insane. The train began to move, and Allen tried to jump off, but the attacker grabbed his leg, and pulled him back, punching him hard across the face. I realize now that Allen shot at me to keep me back, to keep me safe. Because the guy who attacked him was a serious bastard. He beat Allen to a pulp, and held him on that train as it flew away, with allen's blood streaking along the top of the car. That was the last time that I ever saw Allen. The last interaction I ever had with him was dodging his bullets, and now I know he was saving my life.
Silas says someone else is going to start posting on here, we're going to try to piece together what happened to Allen after the train. I know I've said some mean shit about him, but Allen Bishop was really a great guy, batshit crazy, but good. I hope we can tell this story, and i hope we can do him justice.
