CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
The engine made a slow start, which was all that Steel needed as he pulled himself to the top of a baggage car. He needed to get to the car where he had seen Tara. The gunmen had slowed his boarding but had not prevented it. However, there was a problem, a big one. Between him and Tara, there were ten carriages. Two carried steel ISO containers, and three were baggage cars. To the centre were two long oval fuel containers, and their polished outer casings glinted in the midday sun. In front of those were three more passenger carriages. Steel knew that these would be filled with Adams’s men.
The wind began to pick up, as did the speed. The monstrous locomotive was underway. The blast of oncoming gusts dulled the clitter clatter of metal on metal. Steel knew he had to get
