Time for a well earned break

You stumble out of the train carriage at the next stop as two different police officers rush on and find 5 more collapsed men. The two who molested you to the brink of orgasm, and three more who you detected molesting other women before the train reached this stop.

Remembering your Captain's words, you hobble along to the rear carriage to find him.

"What's your report, Special Agent?" He mumbles quietly after you find him and approach him.

"Eight molesters within two stops. At least five with psychic powers." You mumble back. "All disabled and arrested."

"Good work. But why are you here? There will be more and more as this train's journey continues, I'm sure you'll agree."

"I'm sorry Sir, I need... A break..." You admit. "This undercover role is taking its toll... Physically."

The Captain narrows his eyes and makes a disturbed face.

"You've got one stop up here with me and the conductor to cool down, Rina, and then I need you back out there. There's no time to waste. We need to find out everything we can about these molesters and where they're coming from as a matter of urgency."

"...I understand." You respond quietly.

The five minute ride to the next station in the conductor's booth does indeed help you significantly cool off. And to be honest, even though you're a little scared of what might be waiting for you when you rejoin a fully populated passenger carriage, you also do feel some sense of responsibility to protect as many innocent women as you can from these cruel criminals.

I just wish I still had my panties...

The next stop is here before you know it, and it's time to go back undercover.

I can do this. You tell yourself. With my newfound powers, I can defeat these molesters and get to the bottom of this mystery.

You join the nearest carriage to the rear, which isn't very full, which fills you with relief. With less people around, you'll be able to see more with your eyes, and also it'll be easier to find any molester's thought streams amidst the sea of everyone else's.

In fact, it's just you, one other woman in a business suit, and like ten or eleven men in similarly smart attire. A very manageable number!

But then... Coming along the platform, you see some bad, bad news. A whole horde of men, all dressed very similarly, and all rushing directly for your carriage, trying to make it there in time before the doors close.