Bursting into the dining car, you hold onto the bag containing the Magna Carta and shut the door behind you. Curious gazes follow your every move as you navigate the dining area of the train cart, but passengers quickly return to their meals. You move into the next car, finding an empty private room to lock yourself in.

A wave of relief escapes you as you relax against the seat. Your heart rate returns to normal, and you take a moment to look around the room. It's small with a window looking out onto the passing landscape. Your thoughts drift to yesterday’s events. A certain redhead was on your tail at the museum of Mumbai while you were retrieving the copies of the Magna Carta, a British document. You managed to escape her.

Until she spotted you hopping on the train this morning.

At least you’ve lost her, for now. Once you get these documents to Professor Maelstrom, perhaps ‘The Faculty’ will reward you. You unzip the bag to double-check that the contents inside are secure. Once you zip it back up and lift your head, you nearly jump out of your skin when you see your ex-girlfriend and former V.I.L.E. partner, Carmen Sandiego, sitting across from you. The corner of her lips curl into a sly half-grin.

“You’re surprised that I found you, querida? I’ve been keeping track of you since our little encounter at the museum.” Carmen leans forward, her hands clasped together. “It’s good to see you again.” She adds, her tone tinged with nostalgia. Her gaze flickers over you, like she’s comparing you to your old self from when she was still a V.I.L.E. operative.

You remain silent, your grip tightening on the bag. She raises one of her thick eyebrows. “You know I’ll have to take the Magna Carta from you, and I certainly won’t go down without a fight.” She warns and extends her open hand. “We both know that those copies don’t belong to you, or V.I.L.E. Just give them here, and we can both leave this train unharmed.” Her stance is tense, and her eyes are trained on you, ready for any sudden moves.