"I'd assume that if you know who I am you know why I was there," she replied coolly, adjusting the shawl, "It's Train right?"

He looked slightly surprised that she knew his name and then promptly hid it, "Yeah it is. You still shouldn't be in that bar. Now, I have to take you in. Are you going to go quietly?"

"What are you charging me for?" Dawn asked him, letting the irritation into her voice, "I demand to know."

"Stealing that diamond for one," he replied, a twinkle in his eyes, "I'll admit though, I wasn't expecting the thief to be a girl. And you're a spy, that's a good enough reason right there."

"I thought sweepers were supposed to hunt murderers and people like that," Dawn protested, even though she had heard of people who had been taken in for less.

"Yeah well, I need the money," Train replied with a shrug. His medium length brown hair hung in his face, partially obscuring the curious look he gave her when he said, "Why were you so careless though? I didn't even recognize you when you walked into the hotel, although I wasn't looking for you at that point. You could have found another drop-off point and left town."

"Didn't want to," she replied, wondering if her expression was betraying her emotions. Something was interesting him and she wanted to know what it was. Dawn struggled to keep her blue eyes clear and face calm. "You know, I could just raise a fuss," she pointed out, shifting her weight from side to side, "A couple of screams, a faked struggle and the cops wouldn't think twice about believing me." Train actually looked up and down the street swiftly to see if there was a cop in sight. Just Dawn's luck, there wasn't. There weren't even very many people left on the street and the ones that were outside were quickly going in. Soon they would be alone and then there would be nothing that she could do. Dawn sighed and held her hands out, wrists together, "Okay, go ahead."

Train's eyes widened in surprise as he reached for his belt, "What, no fuss? That's no fun." She didn't reply, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. "What's your name anyway?" he asked, pulling out a pair of handcuffs and reaching for her arms.

"Dawn," she snarled, locking her fingers together and ramming her fist into his chest. He went down hard, mostly out of surprise, and she took off down the street.

"Freeze!" Train yelled behind her, a split second before a shot flew over her head. She skidded to a halt and spun around, certain that he wouldn't miss with his next shot. Her suspicion was confirmed when she caught sight of his gun and the numbers inscribed on the side.

"Black Cat," Dawn hissed, her eyes widening in shock. Even a criminal as under the radar as she was had heard of the Black Cat. "Fancy that," she murmured, "Captured by none other than an ex Chronos Number."

"You should be honored," Train said, his expression darkening slightly though she didn't know why.

"Yeah, well, you still have not caught me yet," she reminded him, taking a step back.

"I would not do that," Train said warningly, "You will not get away with it." Dawn growled, baring her teeth, knowing that he was right. "Although," Train continued, walking towards her without lowering his weapon, "I'll commend you on your escape attempt. You almost made it."

"Not even close," she replied as he pulled her hands behind her back and cuffed them.

"Well, further than anyone else usually does," he admitted, spinning her around and leading her down the street by her right arm. She studied him as they walked. If he wasn't a sweeper I would have called him handsome, she thought, I still would actually, with his medium length brown hair and almost yellow eyes he certainly qualified in her mind. She shook her head and changed her train of thought. What was I doing thinking a sweeper is handsome, she thought, I need to be figuring out a way to escape. Train stopped suddenly and she almost bumped into him as he looked up at a clock standing on a street corner before returning his gaze to a sign posted on the door of a dilapidated building. He made a face, "Looks like the bounty office is closed now. Just my luck. Looks like you get to go home."

She snorted, "What makes you think I'm going to go quietly?"

"Would you rather sit outside the office until morning?" he offered, looking irritated.

"No," she growled, looking around the darkening streets, "I guess not."

"Then I wouldn't complain," Train said, dragging her down the street again.