The massive iron locomotive roared across the high steel trestle bridging the Northern Granary Junction as the fiery red sun dipped beneath the jagged industrial horizon of Ironvale.
"All fifty freight cars are responding perfectly to the throttle adjustments," Chief Engineer Boros announced through the intercom from the driver cabin below.
"Look at the signal masts along the southern switch line," Jax pointed out from his perch beside the exterior catwalk.
"The automated signals are flashing emergency yellow and red across every switching track," Diana observed, adjusting the zoom focus on her scouting visor.
"Holt ordered his depot controllers to divert incoming traffic into the dead-end maintenance sidings," Kendra said, resting her shield against the roof railing.
"He wants to derail us before we can bring fifty cars of food into the central terminal," Yeda remarked, checking the balance of her daggers.
