The next car was a fuel carriage. It was a large cylindrical container held in an open metal construction. On each upper corner of the open crate knelt four guards. They waited for their prey to make a move. They waited for the first sign of Steel, anticipating his movements, waiting for him to move along the carriages. There were two of them on either side, each guarding a corner. They were well placed; each man had an arc of fire that would cover the front or rear of the container. Each man had a throat microphone and headset so that they could talk over the din, as well as ski goggles and a face mask against the wind and dust. They figured that Steel wouldn’t be foolish enough to go over the top of the boxcars and wasn’t crazy enough to try going underneath. They hoped he would go throu
