Free Trapped on the D.C. Train! by Ron Roy

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Union Station Rocks
    “This place is huge!” Marshall said. “The ceiling must be a hundred feet high!”
    KC Corcoran and her best friend, Marshall Li, were hurrying through Union Station, Washington’s large train station. They followed Mary Kincaid, the vice president of the United States, through the crowd of people.
    With them were two secret service agents. A muscular man named Robert walked next to the vice president. The other agent, Janet, was right behind KC and Marshall.
    “I read that it once was the biggest train station in the world,” KC said.
    Both KC and Marshall gawked at the sights as they followed the vice president. Shops and restaurants lined the sides of the cavernous station. It was nearly seven in the evening, and thousands of people were going home after work. Some, like KC and Marshall, were heading for trains. Others were shopping, eating, or just sightseeing. In one area, a small band had people dancing.
    “I hope the train is air-conditioned, too,” Marshall said. It was June 15 and already hot in Washington. Marshall and KC both wore shorts and T-shirts and carried backpacks. KC’s hair was tucked up under a baseball cap.
    “It will be,” KC said. “We’re riding in a special car.”
    “It’s cool of the vice president to inviteus to her farm for the weekend,” said Marshall. “Does she have animals?”
    Marshall loved animals of all kinds. But his favorites were spiders and insects. At home, he kept a pet tarantula named Spike.
    “I know she has a dog named Bounder, and I think she has a couple of horses,” KC said. “Maybe she’ll let us ride them!”
    “I’ve never ridden a horse,” Marshall said.
    The vice president turned around and smiled at the kids. “Almost there,” she said. “I told you this place was gigantic! You’re doing a good job keeping up.”
    Vice President Mary Kincaid wore dark glasses and a summer dress. A scarf covered her hair. She looked like any tourist.
    “Is the vice president in disguise?” Marshall whispered to KC.
    KC nodded. “She doesn’t want people to recognize her when she goes to her farm on the weekends.”
    “Why not?”
    “The president thinks she could get kidnapped, like he did last year,” KC said.
    “Is that why your hair is hidden today?” Marshall said. “So no one will know you’re the president’s stepdaughter?”
    KC grinned. “Do I look like a boy?”
    “Sort of,” Marshall said. “A boy with a lot of freckles.”
    The vice president stopped at the top of an escalator. “Our train is on the track at the bottom,” Mary Kincaid said. They all stepped onto the moving stairs. It took only a minute to reach the train platform. It was crowded with people and luggage.
    “Boy, it’s hot down here,” Marshall said.“What happened to the air-conditioning?”
    “That’s only upstairs,” Mary Kincaid said. “But don’t worry, our car will be very comfortable!” She pointed at the train waiting a few yards away. “There it is. Ours is the last car, the one with the little platform on the end.”
    “It’s so cute!” KC said. “It looks like the caboose in a book I just read.”
    “I think it
was
a caboose once upon a time,” Janet said. Like the others in the group, she was dressed casually. No one would guess she was a U.S. secret service agent. “A few years ago, the train company converted it into a special car. A lot of senators and congresspeople ride in it when they take this train. The vice president uses it at least once a month when she goes home.”
    The car was painted a dark, rich green. There were windows on the side with the blinds pulled down. Steps led up to a private door. The car was hitched to the end of a string of train cars, where other passengers were boarding.
    “I didn’t know you could take dogs on a train,” Marshall said. He was watching a German shepherd standing next to a man wearing sunglasses.
    “It’s a Seeing Eye dog,” KC said.
    The dog wore a special