his own enjoyment. The sound of gunfire rings out from the town and a chorus of yelps and rustles from eager feet rock the train carriages slightly. Removing the backpack he takes a block of C4 and moulds it around the rear axle of the train engine, his mind processing the options as he wonders about the second train ahead on the tracks.

He inserts the detonator and moves forward slightly to place another lump of the play dough type material up under a section of the engine. With the charges set he replaces the backpack and sets his sights on the second train. He didn’t know what it was for but it sure wasn’t there for decoration.

It would need to be rendered obsolete as much as this one and he reaches for his rifle.