The gale screamed across the high concrete arches of the Western Viaduct as the fifty-car armored transport tore along the elevated tracks at over one hundred miles per hour.
"Look at the plating on that locomotive," Kendra shouted over the deafening whistle of the air currents, adjusting her magnetic harness along the steel safety rail of the overpass.
"The Directorate built those freight cars to withstand artillery strikes," Jax yelled back while checking the tension coils on his magitech launcher.
"They did not build them to withstand a sovereign eviction," Nox replied, his eyes tracking the red pulse of the automated defensive turrets mounted atop the speeding engine.
"The speed alone will tear an ordinary hunter to pieces if the anchor line slips," Diana remarked, lowering her goggles against the ferocious downdraft.
"Then we make sure our anchors bite deep into the chassis," Yeda said with a fierce grin, resting one hand on the hilt of her twin daggers.
