There is a Ninja on the Train

The good inspector pulls the pistol from his holster and holds it up in wait. The scroll case dangles from a leather cord under his long gray jacket. The train clacks along the breaks in the track. He moves to holster his pistol when a crash rings out from the booth next to his. The car fills with a thick black choking smoke, the inspector falls to one knee, coughing. He feels for the scroll case -- Its gone. "Damn. Double Damn, The Captain will have my head on a platter. Louseau! Louseau you damn Frenchman, where have you got to!"

The smoke billows up from the ball in the next car, he picks it up, burning hot as it is, and chucks it back out the broken window. Ahead of him, he makes out a faint figure climbing up the side of the train. The inspector open fires. Shrieks of passengers crying out in shock. The mustachioed Frenchman appears at his side. "No time for a drink; Get the luggage!" The Good inspector sprints out the door, climbing to the roof of the train where a foot greets his face in a most unpleasant, down-right dastardly manner. His right arm hooks around the ladder rung and his left whips forward with his pistol, firing blindly upwards. The wind rushes and swirls in the gap between cars, he swings freely, feeling sick before he pulls himself up.

The boiler, he's heading for the engine! Sure enough, the masked figure was making its way toward the lumber car, and the boiler. He'd blow it up! "Down Right Unacceptable!" He got his wits about him and fired off two more, long, narrowly missing "Damn this wind". The ninja shot forth, sparks flying at the inspector, catching his left hand, sending the service pistol flying.