"Get the anti-pod teams to the front steamer, clear those damn pods out of our way." Master M reached for a vial of green fluid.
"Shall we reduce speed?" The minion asked.
"No! We have a contract to fulfill! Full speed!" Master M guzzled the fluid and turned to the minion. "Time we made things go boom!" His laughter cackled down through the carriage.
"Royal pods are have spotted Master M," Rebecca reported. "He's five minutes from the border, they will try to intercept and prevent a crossing."
James swore under his breath. "Have the engineer take the safeties off line, we need every bit of speed he can squeeze out of the boilers." James lifted up his tweed kilt revealing a three slim blades strapped to his thigh. He checked the blades fit then lowered his kilt.
"We've spotted Master M!" Maureen called from up front.
James and Rebecca tore off together racing to the Engineer's cabin.
Master M swore as cannon fire from the Alban pods rocked the stolen steamer. "Ram them! Ram them! he shouted as two dreadnaught class pods lined up on the track.
Rebecca shook her head and cut loose with a stream of Glaswegian curses as they topped the last hill before the border. "He's insane!"
The air was thick with smoke and the flash of explosives. Disabled pods belched steam and smoke from shattered boilers as hydraulic fluids leaked and pooled about their twisted frames.
A dreadnaught class pod, leaking coolant and steam, fired it's main gun at Master M's stolen military steamer. A cannon shell pierced the forward boiler splitting the tank and rocking the steamer on the tracks.
"Ram him! Master M screamed as he shoved minions out of his way and ran up the steamer to full speed.
James, Rebecca, and Maureen clung to their steamer's side as it raced down the track towards the border. The wind whipped their hair wildly about them as they watched the stolen military steamer ram the dreadnaught pod at full speed.
To be continued....
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