CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
Steel moved slowly over the top of the carriage. Inside were ten large canisters, each of which had a biohazard warning sticker. Red blasting cable stretched between each barrel like a spider’s web. Several large, green wooden crates sat in the middle of the room. The boxes had military markings and the words C4 marked in thin black stencilling.
There was no way through it, and he had no intention of going underneath the train again. He didn’t know where they were all heading, but he knew one thing – Terminus was going to have a new meaning. The sound of the wheels clattering on the tracks was rhythmic, mixed with a whooshing noise as the train hurtled along, completing the concerto of deadly speed. Steel looked up at the roof of the carriage and knew what he had to d
