Roxxy: переводы

→-To be continued in Volume 4-

→That is, with the exception of the letter that had been cut out from its roof.

→The stage of the incident was buried in darkness, and none would know where it had been taken.

→In stark contrast to the end of Prohibition, the train had met a rather lonely end.

→The Flying Pussyfoot was a train that had crisscrossed all of America during the era of Prohibition.

→On this day, when the decision to abolish Prohibition was announced, the train was wrecked by overjoyed crowds, disappearing into a scrap heap the next day.

→Finally, it was December 5th, 1933.

→Oddly enough, one part of the train was missing. A part of the roof of the last car had been torn away by someone.

→With the exception of the locomotive, the train was abandoned. The cars were silently placed in a park on the outskirts of the city.

→The faceless corpse discovered in the conductor's cabin was deemed to be that of Claire Stanfield.

→The perpetrator was already no more.

→The political influence of Senator Beriam and the financial power of Nebula was enough to make it so that the Flying Pussyfoot incident had never officially happened. There was one civilian casualty--a conductor who was discovered in the Chicago sewers. The criminal had yet to be apprehended. Even the police did not put the effort into the investigation, so in the end the murder was judged to have had nothing to do with the incident on the train.

→"Of course, please don't forget your receipts."

→For a moment, the voice behind the papers sounded awfully unlike that of an information broker. He then added:

→"I have no problem with that. To do something without having a specific reason is something quite important, you know. I believe it's a wonderful thing to trust one's own feelings."

→"Could I… charge the company for my transportation fees from now on? I don't have a particular reason for it, but I've decided to stop stowing away."

→Rachel was silent for a moment, before finally addressing the man behind the stacks of papers.

→"I'm the one who sold information about Mr. Turner's past to the executive. We agreed to a small exchange, you see." Though the phones in the background threatened to overpower his voice, it reached Rachel completely intact. "Information, you see, will sit there and rot if it isn't used. It's just like the skills of a master artisan. Although I must apologize for using the information relating to your past without permission."

→"How did you get a hold of that information, sir?"

→"This is what I've been told had happened. Do you feel a little batter, Rachel?"