Joe tried out the mustache and monocle disguise in the rear view mirror. He checked his ticket time on his laptop and hoped the secured and well hidden explosives would sneak under the radar of the train terminal agent. He had a bible obviously shoved in his jacket’s breast pocket and his passport clearly stated he was a minister on his way to the “Faith in Time” convention in Little Town. All was going well as he approached the steps to board the train. Then he heard a voice calling to him. Trying to ignore it and fairly pushing his way ahead in the line, his sleeve was grabbed by the man who had yelled at him. It was the ticket attendant with a bottle of water. “Hey, you left this at the counter!” Joe practically fainted but thanked the man and boarded the train.
The Bag Lady 
Great writing Cheryl. Suspense in the last line.
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