" Alright! The delivery is due in five minutes! Clean this shithole up" * A voice shouted over the sounds of hammers being slammed against the sides of metal,Red hot blow torches cutting into metal, sending sparks flying across the workshop. Even during the night the railway never stopped.  The company that fixed and maintained the railway was Tyseley and Company railway yard, the company first started operations during 1914 at the outbreak of the first world war with their engines being used too transport weapons and soldiers. During the second world war the original site was heavily bombed by the German Luftwaffe. The original site was under attack weekly by German bombers during the blitz. One of the older railway workers was outside smoking a cigarette, the smoke of the lite cigarette filled the air. He looked into the distance and saw a small light slowly approaching. The red light grew brighter and brighter as the object approached, the inside crew looked outside at the bright light. The silence was broken by the sound of a engines air horn going off, it echoes around the railyard. The red light Began too grow as more light was added,it was a Steam locomotive. A rusted Steam locomotive, it's once huge boiler was rusted and hallow showing horrible damaged caused by neglect and the weather. On a closer look the engine once had a rich strawberry red livery with golden trims, the faded letters LMS was barely visible on the tender. The yard manager walked along side the wreck, he leans down and began too examine the wheels, they where slightly rusted, a good sign. He looked at the main driving wheels and nods back too the other men." Yeah she's fine, just rust and that's all,we can move her too the Outside shed!"

As the men left the yard manager was left alone with the locomotive. He looked up at the wreck. It seemed too be glaring down upon him, it was judging him. His attention was quickly grabbed by the sound of a faint hissing sound near the main wheels. He slowly stood up and walks over as the old locomotive sat lifeless. He got close too the noise and looks, it was coming from under the locomotive?!? "How could that be?? " He thought too himself as he climbed between the wheels, strangely the noise had stopped. As he slowly moved himself back the main driving wheels slipped forward, he moved Back as hand was violently crushed by one of the wheels, his screams filled the air as the other men rushed over 

One of the men  who had been smoking before walked past the yard manager holding his crushed hand whilst talking too the medical crew, he scoffs at him as he climbed into the cab of the steam locomotive, he looks around at the cab. Nothing was barely left as it had corroded away just like the boiler. He sat down on the drivers seat, it was rather weak but it managed too stand. He smoked and relaxed on his seat. When he was done he put the cigarette out with the engines cab. It left a nasty stain. 

As the manager walked from his office down too the workshop he couldn't take his eye off the locomotive sitting there, he had seen this engine before but couldn't remember. He walks past his men and down towards it, the wreck groans as the wind travelled through it's open boiler. He looked up too see one of his men in the cab. " hey! Hey! " He shouts, no response. " OI! Listen too me!".. again nothing. As the manager got closer the man moved back, his body collapsed out the cab and hit the floor with a loud thud, the manger rushed over and looked down... In the man's mouth was a blunt cigarette....