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Michigan Central Station Started by: PhillipMarleau on Nov 16, '19 04:23

Michigan Central Station was officially dedicated on January 4th, 1914. It was pressed into early service following the devastating fire the destroyed the original depot in the winter on 1913. The large building consisted of two depots, an office tower that was thirteen stories high, and two mezzanine levels. All and all the roof stretched to a staggering two hundred and thirty feet into the clouds, by far the tallest train station in the United States. The building itself was designed by the same architects that brought Grand Central Station in New York to life. 

Situated in the Corktown district, slightly southwest of Detroit, there were always plans to connect the station to a wide boulevard that led to the Cultural Center but at the moment it hadn’t found the right backing and was stalling. None the less, the station thrived with trains coming and going from New York, Chicago, and Baltimore, as well as numerous cities in Canada including Toronto and Montreal. 

It was slightly surprising how well the station was doing. In the early 20’s, Henry Ford began buying up land adjacent to Michigan Central Station but the Depression essentially buried all of those plans, leaving the station a bit isolated.

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Phillip was feeling more confident in himself of late. He had been playing well and the fight in the last game proved to himself that he could not only skate with these professionals but also thrive. With a renewed sense of why he was doing all of this and what for, he worked himself near the front of the line of his teammates that were waiting to disembark from the train, settling just behind his captains and alternates. It was a big deal for him, usually the rookies made up the back end, but no one seemed to bat an eye as he moved forward. It was a good feeling being accepted my them. 

He couldn’t hide the smile as he stood with his sticks in one hand and his bag over the other shoulder. His bag seemed a bit heavier than usual but he just chalked that up to the exhaustion of the train ride. He should have realized with all the smirks and hushed comments but it never occurred to him that the team was pranking him and there was an extra fifty plus pounds of equipment stuffed into his bag. 

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Phillip found himself more nervous than ever. The past couple of weeks that he was forced to take off were torturous. The broken hand wasn’t the worst part of it, it was the being away from the rink. He could skate to keep his legs up but that was about it. He hated missing practices and his teammates were starting to grumble as well. 

Thats what made this trip back to Detroit so special. He was finally given the go ahead to resume all activities, the nagging pain in his hand dissipated completely. He was starting to feel like himself again. He began readying himself as the train pulled closer to the station, tossing his bag over his shoulder as he picked up his pair of hockey sticks with his formerly busted hand, able to grip them tightly, finally.

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Holding a small package in her hand, Marian walked into Michigan Central Station. She pushed past the crowd and headed towards the mail room. The package was well packed, she didn't want the contents to leak out of it. Placing the package on the desk, she went to the counter to pay the delivery charges.

"Hi, I have a package that needs delivering," she addressed the clerk.

"Alright. Where to Miss?"

"South Side Central, Chicago. I would like express delivery please."

"Fine, that will be $2.50. Do you need anything else?" he asked her.

"No that is all," she replied and walked over to pick up the package that contained the three ring fingers of the mob bosses she had killed. She had packed it in dry ice to keep them from rotting. The message would be clear, she thought. She slid the package over to the clerk and turned around to leave.

"Excuse me," the clerk called her.

Marian froze in place. Had the package leaked? Had she been found out? Slowly she turned around to face him. "Yes?"

"You forgot to add the area code for delivery."

Marian heaved a sigh of relief and jotted down the correct zip code and she quickly left the station.

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Dick sat uncomfortably in his seat, shifting his weight every so often to try to find a position that didn’t sting. He still favored his left side, holding his elbow in tightly to his ribs. He felt each and every bump of the tracks as he winced in pain each and every time. Luckily enough for him, the train ride from Chicago to Detroit was shorter than all the other ones. 

Very carefully, he slipped his bag off of his shoulder, placing it on the seat beside himself. Dick began rummaging through it, finally finding and pulling out the stack of papers that he was searching for. He began flipping through the pages, occasionally stopping to gaze out the window for a mile or two. 

He rubbed at his eyes tiredly as he returned his attention back to the work on hand. He read through the files, committing the names and faces to memory. Learning patterns and known associations. He was only doing his due diligence. If he went in blindly, it was all going to blow up in his face spectacularly.

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Most people flew when they headed in or out of Detroit, but Claire had a reason for choosing to go by rail. The little errand that had brought her here, that brought anyone here, actually, could be performed without ever setting foot out on the streets. 

Disembarking the train car with what looked like a carry-on, Claire took her time walking to the coffee stand at the north end of the station. Once there, she waited until the other customers had placed and received their beverages before stepping up to the man behind the counter. 

"A large coffee, cream and sugar, and a biscotti please. Any flavor is fine, but nothing nutty... I'm allergic," she enunciated carefully while eyeing him steadily, then placing her bag at her feet and gently pushing it to the side of the kiosk with her foot. The coffee guy nodded, then lifted a large sack and handed it over to her. Claire peeked inside of it quickly... it looked to be all there... then looked back up again at the vendor, who was just standing there now after pulling the bag she'd dropped around the corner and out of sight.

"Is there... something else I can help you with?"

"Well yeah. I really want the coffee. And the biscotti. Almond if you have it."

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Dick left the stack of papers sitting in the seat beside him. He wanted to get some work done on the ride over but, he just couldn’t force himself to pay any attention to it at the moment. Things had changed since Zucco. Dick wasn’t exactly sure if that was a good thing or not yet but, he knew that he felt...differently now. 

Fishing through his jacket pocket that was hanging on a hook behind him, he pulled out his trusted flask. It was never going to show him the answers but it might at least numb the questions for a little bit. 

After a couple of large swigs, he leaned back in his seat, extending his arms over the back of the headrest. The sun was shining brightly through the train car’s windows as sounds of idle chitter chatter and playing children filled the cabin. 

It could have been worse he reasoned with himself, it could have always been worse.

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Chiron jumped off the interstate express before it came to a halt in Michigan Central Station. He had boarded the train from Seattle the previous day and had spent a restless night on board. It was the first time he had traveled on a train and it was not a comfortable experience for him with the constant rocking and the smell of smoke with his compartment being so close to the engine.

People bumped into Chiron as he stood on the platform as they tried to climb aboard the train. He pushed past them and walked aimlessly, trying to find the ticket counter. Up ahead he spotted a large blackboard with something written on it and decided to check it out. It contained information about the train numbers and destination and he committed a few of them to memory. A business man in a suit and tie was standing beside him checking out the board and Chiron turned to him. "Excuse me, do you know where the ticket counter is located?"

The man nodded his head and pointed towards the far end of the station and Chiron thanked him. Chiron was travelling light and had only a small knapsack on him. He threw it around his shoulder and walked towards the counter. Coughing to get the clerk's attention he asked her, "Hi miss, I would like a ticket to Ludington on the next train please."

The woman looked up at him and then back down onto the train charts. "The next train to Ludington is the day after tomorrow."

"Day after?" Chiron asked in a shocked tone. "Isn't there any earlier ones I can get on?" he didn't wish to waste any time here in Detroit especially because he was unfamiliar with the place.

"Sorry there isn't. Would you like a ticket on the Michigan express or not sir" she asked impatiently.

"Alright sure, I'll take one," he pulled out a couple of notes and paid for the ticket. How was he going to spend two days in Detroit? With that thought on his mind he walked slowly towards the exit. A row of cabs lined the front of the station and he got into one of them. First things first, he needed to grab a bite to eat so he asked him to find the nearest restaurant. 

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The Central Michigan Station was dark and under lit as Carla trotted down the steps into it's depths.. It was one of the main artery points for transportation in Detroit and of course she had to take it to get back to her motel Downtown.. It wasn't a long wait before the train she needed rolled into the station sending the wind gusts flying through the tunnel as the train screeched to a halt at the station.. A man checking tickets steps off the train and hobbles over to where Carla and Melvin her bodyguard are standing..

"Hello Miss, ticket please..."

Carla extended her ticket, along with Melvin right after her before being told to board the train.. It was a quite easy interaction and she was seemingly on her way.. Los Angeles' stations took forever to board compared to here..

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After enjoying some well deserved leisure time in Detroit, Dick boarded the train after passing over his ticket to the train attendant. He smiled as he passed a few families that were playing nicely together.

Everything that had been going on made him see the world differently now, through a new lens completely. He was noticing things he hadn’t before, small children playing through the aisles, the way they giggled and laughed, even the crying of the infant a few rows ahead wasn’t bothering him. 

Dick settled in his seat, letting his head tilt to the side, he watched the city slip away as the countryside came into view more clearly now. The weather was nice, a bright shinning sun brought an unseasonably warm day to the peninsula, a few white fluffy clouds sitting the horizon.

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Dick kept reading the first file folder over and over again. He didn’t want any surprises when he made it into Detroit. After another hour or so, he flipped the file closed. As long as everything in there was accurate this shouldn’t have been too much of a problem. Dick chuckled to himself though. Nothing ever seemed to work out like it was supposed too, not around these parts anyways. 

He has done enough work within the city to know it pretty well by now. Well enough that he wasn’t going to call any back up in for this one. He wanted to keep it as quiet as possible anyways. 

Dick tried to get a little shut eye but the other passengers and the clickety clack over the tracks kept that from working out at all. He resigned himself to staring out the window for the rest of the ride. At least the countryside was beautiful.

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No matter how many times he ran it through in his mind, he always ended up back at one face, the raven haired woman from the Gold Coast. It was the only thing that made sense with the pieces of the puzzle that he had at the moment. It probably should have been the first name he fell upon with how cold and calculated she was as he held a blade to her throat. He would never let it show but, she got to him in that moment, spooked him. She seemed like she had the resources to pull something like this off as well.

Dick waited for the train to pull into the station. He had a few more questions to ask and if he got the right answers, it would cement his suspicions. Raven haired woman wasn’t someone to be trifled with. If he went in there guns blazing, shooting first without asking questions he would be as good as dead. That certainly wouldn’t help Jason or Emma at all. 

Gathering his things as the train finally pulled into the station with a full stop. Dick turned his back towards the door for a moment, checking the slide on both of the colts before double checking that he blades were still secured on his person. It wouldn’t hurt to be cautious at this point now. He moved with the crowd, stepping out into the cold Detroit morning.

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Things had gotten real messy, real quickly. Dick couldn’t say that he was surprised though, the feeling had been in the air for sometime now. Eventually something was going to tip the scales. He wasn’t sure what set it all of but that didn’t much matter anyways. It had happened regardless and there wasn’t any going back now.

Dick was never really a fan of the clean up after things like this. The streets were far quieter, many businesses shuttered up, their lights flicked off and empty. It gave everything a weird feeling, like a wet blanket draped over his shoulders. It clung to him, grabbing at the fringes of his mind. 

In truth, he didn’t know what he was going to find when he stepped off the train. Maybe it had all been a bad dream but he knew that wasn’t the case. He had read enough of the newspapers with their plastered headlines that it might actually have been worse than he first imagined. 

Taking a deep breath, Dick swayed slightly as he held onto the railing as the train came to a stop. The doors opened before him as he let out a soft, tired sigh, “And away we...go.”

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Sitting with his back towards the front of the locomotive, Dick rubbed at the bags the had formed underneath his his eye lids. He couldn’t really remember the last time that he got any decent sleep and passing out from too much whiskey didn’t count. The days had been long and it seemed that the nights were even longer. It felt as if there was a shadow cast over him, one that no matter how much light was shinning, wouldn’t dissipate. His shoulders were tense and he felt the ripple of his tightening muscles aching throughout his back. If he could just figure out some way to relax he would be alright but he just couldn’t seem to figure out the answer to the puzzle.

Lifting his flask from his inside vest pocket, he emptied it in one long pull, allowing the burn to work its way down his chest. It was familiar by now which wasn’t exactly a good thing but at least it kept him going. 

He tried to let his mind wander as he stared out the window but it always came back to the black ink of the names that were scribbled in his notebook. The names weren’t going to cross themselves off, that was what he was there for. It was his job whether he wanted it or not. Really, he didn’t have much choice in the matter. Someone had to do it, might as well have been him. He tried to close his eyes but there was always some noise to snap him back to where he was, a child running through the aisles, the wind as it whistles by or the squeal of the brakes all wouldn’t give him respite.

It was going to be another long night.

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It was a beautiful clear sky day as the train pulled into the station. Part of Dick wanted blow off the work he had to do and just wander around the city but he was here with a purpose now and while it wasn’t the most import of jobs, it still needed to be completed in a timely fashion. He wasn’t in the business of blowing off his contacts and he wasn’t going to start now. 

He threw his duffle bag strap over his shoulder as he lifted the silver briefcase from underneath his seat as the train came to a full stop with a squeak of the brakes. Flipping the lock open he glanced down at the pile of bills within with a small sigh of relief. He never liked traveling with this much cash but nothing in this life came free and information wasn’t cheap in these parts. 

Mingling in with the rest of the crowd, he made his way off of the train and out into the Detroit streets. It wasn’t as cold as he was expecting which was a welcomed feeling, especially after dealing with the winds of Chicago. Pulling his cap down slightly, he made his way towards Bricktown. Dick kept his eyes low, he wasn’t really in the mood to see anyone really and he definitely didn’t want to talk to anyone he didn’t have to at the moment.

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Things had grown hectic of late all over the country but that didn’t mean that the world stopped spinning. There was still work to be done, still runs to be completed. Dick was on one such of those runs. OFallons in Chicago had run a little low on booze, their supplier having lost his life in the latest cluster fuck of deaths.

The train ride in wasn’t bad at all. It was quiet which is exactly how Dick preferred it. Most of the seats sat empty which was fine by him, less prying eyes that way.

Dick wasn’t paying full attention as the train’s breaks squealed into the station, snapping him back to reality a bit. It had been some time since he was last here but he still knew exactly what to get and exactly how to get it.  That knowledge was always a good thing.

Hopping off of the train, Dick checked his bag once more to make sure the payment was all there and headed towards the center of the city. It was there that he would find the new supplier.  

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It was a rocky ride from Chicago but Dick was just happy to be out of the snow and wind. There was some work to be done in Bricktown but it wasn’t anything that was a pressing matter at the moment. If everything went smoothly he could get it out of the way early an be able to get ready for the show.

It had been some time since he last did a show, especially in Detroit, but he was looking forward it more than he thought he would. With everything else that had been going on, he hadn’t had a chance yet to get back into the swing of things and now seemed as good of a time as any. He’d be lying if he said that he didn’t miss the rush. 

Dick have a lazy yawn as the trained pulled to a stop in the station. Grabbing his belongings, “First things first,” he thought out loud, drawing a few quizzical looks from some of the other passengers. He didn’t pay them any attention though as he politely pushed by and exited onto the platform.

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Things had been dicey lately but they finally seemed to be calming down a bit. That meant that Dick could finally get back to work. With his bag full of cash dangling from the strap on his shoulder, he settled into his seat, never letting the bag go more than an arm’s length away from him. He wasn’t about to lose this much cash especially with so much on the line. It was no secret that he could pick up the biggest amount of booze for the least amount of money in Detroit but he wanted to get it right. There were a few businesses that were dependent on him getting back in one piece with full supplies.

Dick rubbed at the stitches in his shoulder lightly. It didn’t really bother him or hurt that much, it was more a reminder. A reminder that he needed to keep his head on a swivel at all times. He wasn’t going to be any good to anyone if he caught a couple more bullets like this. 

He kept his eyes vigilant as he tried his best to focus. With the way things had been going of late, he needed to pay more attention to his surroundings. It wasn’t a long ride into the city but it was best to be on his toes, at least for the time being. More than once, he felt the twin colts hidden beneath his jacket, more so as a way to calm his nerves than anything else. 

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Dick didn’t really want to be heading back into Detroit but, the phone call that startled him awake didn’t leave him much of a choice. After quickly throwing some clothes and filling his duffle bag with supplies, Dick rushes out the door heading towards the station. It was a short drive and he made it with some time to spare as he strolled up to the ticket window with a tired smile. “One ticket to Michigan Central, please.”

Without a word, the worker slid the piece of paper underneath the pane of glass, Dick grabbing it swiftly and tucking it into his pocket. “Thank ya kindly, Ma’am.” He stated with a feigned smile.

Moving off to the side, Dick found a quiet corner to wait on the incoming train. Leaning back against the wall, Dick let his eyes scan over the crowd until they kicked in the reason he was even here at all, the two men standing watch over the metal briefcase that sat on the concrete floor between them.

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It had been a rather long but productive night. He was making more than he thought he would and he also got a show in, which was rather nice. It felt good to be back into the swing of things and also a bit exhausting. He was looking forward to some well needed rest on the train ride home.

Dick found a seat easily enough a little bit of a ways away from everyone else. He wasn’t really in the mood to listen to idle chit chat at the moment, he was really only looking for some peace and quite, even if that had been rather elusive these days.

Kicking his feet up on the seat across from himself, Dick stretched his arms high above his head, his knuckles popping loudly as he did. He could feel the tension in his shoulders that seemed to be growing tighter by the day. He was looking forward to a bit of a break whenever he could sneak one on. ​​​​​​​

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