Chapter 1 - George, Donovan and Harris

Moving forward Donovan can hear voices in the next car moving towards this car.

"Take your ‘ands off me you uncouth wretch! Zis is unacceptable."

The nervous little professor grabs his leather attache case and looks around his eyes wide with fear, "It’s Rasmussen, I know it! He found me! Pearson do something!"

Lady Fortingall and her maid servant begin quickly packing away her papers, "I do hope it is nothing serious."

The voices beyond the door are getting louder and closer, you can now see shapes through the frosted glass of the door.

"Espèce de sale fils de prostituée, gardez-vous les mains ou je serai forcé d'agir!"

"Oh my." Ruby says with a blush as she continues to organize her ladyship’s papers

The sleeper car looks roughly like this, the lounge car you’re in is just a large wide open space with couches and chairs, a large oaken bar to one side and bathrooms forward just beyond a door with frosted stained glass at the top and oak at the bottom.

Ruby looks up from the papers she’s organizing and says to Donovan. "She called him the son of an, ummm, well a lady of the evening and requested, quite forcefully, that he keep his hands to himself."

George takes three steps towards the door, the shapes behind the door get large fast and there’s a sudden exchange of words before the door practically explodes open, slamming against the wall and shattering the etched inlaid glass in the center. A person comes sailing in, and not so much of their own accord by the look of it. A tangle of navy fabric, red hair, white petticoats and black gaiters with white buttons lands in a heap about 10' in from the door.

"Well that shut 'er up." A voice says rather matter of factly from the other side.

"Zat was not call for mon ami," a female voice says quickly as another woman, her hands in the air, gets pushed into the room. Her outfit looks remarkably similar to the heap on on the floor.

The barrel of a shotgun rests on her shoulder pointing into the cabin, "Gents, lets keep our hands where we can see them you don't cause no fuss and we won't need to make a ruckus."

Behind the woman in the blue dress George, Donovan and Harris can see a skinny man in a mask wearing a thread bare Union uniform and a grey Confederate cap. There are two more masked men behind him with guns and a forth man with blonde hair is laying face down on the floor at the door leading into the sleeper car.

Ruby stands between Lady Fortingall and the bandits forcing the taller woman back into a corner. The two Southern Gents glance towards Donovan from where they’re in cover behind the bar.

Here’s a rough sketch of where I understand everyone to be in the car.