Glory to Arstotzka!
Off they go, wooooo.
The doors of the train open to engulf the two, sending them hurtling down a tunnel through the inner city. After about a half an hour of going through the tunnel the train emerges onto a raise platform above Orașul Pierdut, city of Iron. The city sprawls out before them; a morass of squat, grey buildings and tall, iron sky scrapers. Orașul Pierdut is laid out in a square, a tall rubiks cube of walled and fenced off districts. From some of these districts the two can see the drab concrete light by dancing orange light, that must be where the riots are. Through cracks between the districts Dany and Ori can see their goal, a great structure of glass and iron near the city center. The view disappears as the train suddenly shoots underground and passes through another tunnel. After a second half an hour journey the train finally pulls up to the station. It is almost a mirror of the one in TSAB-AM, expect for a few key things. The station is packed with fleeing families, mothers and children, fathers carrying luggage, young lovers escaping together. On the walls stand a ring of armed soldiers, the emblem of the party (a Hellenic helmet crossed by two bars of iron) emblazoned on their chests, high powered assault rifles pointed at the crowd. A soldier in the middle of the morass beckons the few arrivals towards the desk.
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Please friends, come get your papers stamped. If they check out a Доминион officer will guide you to your district, purely for safety reasons."