Dollands Moor Marshalling Yard

1545 hours

Current Conditions: Clear

The first match of the Rail Wars Season was packing itself up, they were still on a railway after all. The 2 teams were boarding their locomotives and getting ready to head home for the day while the stands, the screens, the booth, and the various fences were taken down and put onto Lorries to be taken to the next location for next Sunday's event.

Alex: "Dude, you got a date?" he asked in utter disbelief.

Andy: "Yeah...I have no idea how I did that." he replied, staring at the TGV as it prepared to leave.

Alex: "Well, what are you waiting for Romeo? Go join their convoy." he said.

Andy: "Wha- but what about Rosie? What's she gonna say when she finds out I'm not around?" he stammered.

Billy: "We'll cover for ya." he piped up.

Christine: "Yeah, go on fearless leader, chase some tail." she added.

Andy: "Alright, thanks guys, I'll see you again tonight." he said, driving towards the Northridge convoy and turning to Emerald and Peter, "You guys sure you wanna come?"

Peter: "You kidding? Someone has to help your butt get laid." he laughed.

Emerald: "Yeah! Besides, my mom lives near the Northridge Campus and I wanna visit her." she said.

Andy: "Good thing you're only handling a radio." he chuckles, "If you were shovelling coal I'd reckon she'd go ballistic."

Emerald: "I have doubts that she'd see it that way." she sighed, "She made it clear when I was a kid that I was to go nowhere near an engine when I was of age."

Peter: "Ah, screw her." he said.

Andy: "Yeah, you're the best radio man I've had so far." he smiled, "All the ones I had at Westside constantly questioned my decisions and led to various losses."

Emerald blushed but said nothing as Tillie puffed alongside the CC 83000. This drew the attention of said Freight Engine's driver who leaned out of her cab and yelled at the Tank Engine.

Jacky Sims: "Are you lost little Tank Engine?" she asked, "I do not dzink you are supposed to be in line with us."

Andy: "No, we're meant to be here." he replied.

Jacky: "Are you sure?" she asked, confused, "You are not a Northridge Engine nor are you a Student of Northridge High."

Jenette: "It is ok Jacky." she said, the TGV-001 backing up on a siding next to the CC 83000, "I invited him to follow us."

Jacky: "Ah, I see." she nodded, suddenly understanding, "Very well, fall in line behind us."

Andy: "Roger." he nodded.

Tillie backs up and crosses the points to couple up with the train the CC 83000 was hauling which was a pair of well cars holding the wrecked Y7100's.

Jenette: "Mon Lapin, do you read me?" she asked.

Emerald: "Sorry Jenette, you got me on the radio." she replied.

Jenette: "And who are you if I may ask?" she asked.

Emerald: "Name's Emerald." she replied, "I'm the radio woman of our crew."

Jenette: "Well, nice to meet you Emerald." she said.

Emerald: "Please, call me Esme. These boys call me that." she smiled.

Jenette: "Ok then Esme." she giggled, "Can we ask that you take up point in between dze TGV and our freight locomotive?"

Emerald: "Can do." she smiled, "Yo Andy, we're in between their Strongest and their Fastest."

Andy: "Heard." he nodded.

Andy drove his engine behind the TGV and just in front of the CC-83000 and, once everything was set, the odd convoy set off for Northridge. Back with the Eastwood Crew they watched the Frenchies escort their leader and their Number 1 engine away with smug grins.

Billy: "We're teasing him relentlessly for this when he returns tomorrow, right?" he asked.

Alex: "Oh, definitely." he replied, "You wanna rope Staff Sargent in on the teasing?"

Toby: "Oh yes!" he nodded, "That way, we don't get punished or anything."

Vicki: "Come on, leave the poor guy alone, he might be rejected or heartbroken when he comes home tomorrow." she said.

Alex: "Who? My little brother? No way! You saw how Jenette was." he said, "Trust me, he is going to be over the moon when he comes home tomorrow."

Vicki: "Still, those girls aren't known to have the longest lasting relationships." she said, cautiously.

Billy: "Or the least Toxic." he winced.

Christine: "Can we please just go back home? It's so hot and everything's so dirty now!" she pouted.

Vicki: "I'll tell mom that we need Rail Wars uniforms." she offered, "She should know a person."

Christine: "Yes please." she said, clawing at her now very sooty white shirt, "I don't think any of this will wash out."

Alex: "Ah, quit whining." he snapped, "You chose to drive a steam engine, act like it."

Christine harrumphed, pouted, and turned away from Alex. For context, all the Eastwood Crews had turned up in White T-Shirts, Jeans, and Sneakers with the only thing linking them to Eastwood High being their engine's liveries. The other schools turned up in their normal uniforms with slight modifications to allow for better movement but the schools that operate Steam Locomotives all needed custom uniforms for their crews since tuxedos and dress shirts don't like hot, humid, dirty environments all that much.

Toby: "Why did she choose to drive the 9F and not the Stirling Single anyway?" he asked.

Billy: "Beats me." he shrugged, rubbing the cab of his Engine, "Though, I wouldn't give this Emerald up for anything anyway."

Lorence: "Careful there Billy, Esme might hear ya." he joked.

Billy: "Oh haha." he laughed, sarcastically.

Alex: "Alright you lot, come along. We've got places to be and an after party to attend." he said.

Alex blew his FP-45's horn and led Eastwood's mixed fleet of engines home to Brighton.

St. Margaret's Bay, Dover

1700 hours

Current Conditions: Cloudy

A few hours of travel later, the TGV came to a halt outside a small city overlooking the South Coast of England, a grand campus inspired heavily by French Architecture loomed in the distance with a massive Railyard in front with sheds, a shunting yard, and a maintenance facility waiting for use. Tillie traversed the points and came next to the TGV.

Andy: "Wow....this place looks beautiful." he said, leaning out of his cab.

Jenette: "Right? I never ever get tired of dzis view." she said, wistfully.

Andy: "There has to be some kind of picnic spot here." he said, "Next time, we can just park our engines in the siding a few steps back and just watch the sunset."

Jenette: "I dzink I can arrange dzat." she giggled.

Andy smiled at her and turned back to the town.....just in time to see a plume of black smoke rising from a building in the distance.

Andy: "That can't be good." he said.

Emerald: "Holy shit, that must be a house." she said.

Jenette: "Oh no." she said, worried.

Andy: "I can head over." he said, "I'll see you guys there."

Without saying anything more, Andy opened Tillie's regulator and puffed off backwards, grabbing the brake van off the CC-83000's train before racing off towards the fire.

Andy: "Esme, think you can contact the fire and police department?" he asked.

Emerald: "I know I can." she replied, "I'll tell em we're helping."

Peter: "What are we gonna do when we get there?" he asked.

Andy: "We're a Steam Engine, we can help supply water and we can help transport injured people." he said.

Peter: "Ah, so that's why we stole the brake van." he remarked.

At the fire, the Fire Department had run into an issue, both sides of the street had been blocked by a Just Stop Oil protest, they didn't care that the house was ablaze in the street behind them, they just wanted to spread their message to as many people as possible.

Fire Chief: "Oh my lord, are you kidding me?" he groaned.

JSO Protesters: "JUST STOP OIL! JUST STOP OIL! JUST STOP OIL!" they yelled.

Fireman 1: "What do we do chief?" he asked.

Fire Chief: "Try negotiating first, ram them out of the way if you need to." he ordered, going back to his car.

Fireman 2: "Yes sir." he nodded, walking over to them, "Hey! Move it! There's a fire!"

JSO Protester 1: "We don't care!" one yelled.

JSO Protester 2: "He owns a Diesel Truck! It's polluting our atmosphere so just let it burn!" another barked.

Fireman 3: "You realise how stupid that sounds, right?" he questioned.

Fireman 2: "I don't even think they hear themselves man." he replied with a sigh, "You think we can ram em?"

Fireman 4: "Un fucking likely." he said, pointing at the pair of trucks behind their blockade, "We don't have enough horsepower for it."

Fireman 6: "Fucking hypocrits." she said.

Fireman 7: "So what? We let the house burn?" he questioned.

Fireman 5: "No, we wait for backup." she replied, grabbing her radio, "Hey kids, how far out are you?"

Emerald: "We're 4 blocks away and closing fast." she replied.

Fireman 5: "Ok, mind if we use you guys as a battering ram?" she asked.

Emerald: "Come again?" she asked.

Fireman 5: "Some protesters are blocking the street, we don't have the time nor the horsepower to shove them out of the way." she explained.

Emerald: "Say no more, we're on it." she said, turning to Andy, "Andy! Full steam ahead!"

Andy: "Copy!" he saluted, slamming the regulator open.

Tillie answered with a will, snorting, huffing, and puffing as it accelerated.

At the blockade, the firefighters moved their trucks off the tramway as Tillie roared into view, the brake van they had stolen leading the way forward. The Protesters scrambled out of the way as the Brake Van crashed through the blockade, clearing the way for the firefighters, as Andy slammed on the brakes, the brake van broke loose and crashed into the other blockade. The fire trucks soon roared through and pulled alongside the fire, starting their pumps...but there was a problem.

Fireman 9: "Shit! We don't have enough water!" he shouted.

Fireman 5: "What do you mean we don't have enough water?!" she demanded.

Fireman 10: "We must've had too little water pressure!" he called, "We probably have enough for a siphon."

Fireman 3: "Nearest Fire Hydrant's 2 blocks away." he said.

Andy suddenly whistled, standing on Tillie's side tank. He had opened the latch and gestured to it.

Andy: "All yours." he said.

The firemen grin and throw the receiving end of their hoses which Andy automatically throws into Tillie's water tank. The hoses began sucking all the water out of the tanks.

Fireman 11: "Thanks kid!" he called.

Andy nods with a smile but then sees something in the second floor window.

Andy: "Hey! There's someone on the second floor!" he shouted.

Fireman 6: "How sure kid?" she asked.

Andy: "90%!" he replied.

Fireman 3: "Ok, we'll go check, but you 3 aren't to go in. You're not firefighters." he ordered.

Peter: "Never planning on it!" he called.

2 of the Firefighters barge into the house and battle the roaring inferno to get to the second floor while the Protesters from earlier gather around to watch the unfolding scene. Soon enough, News Helicopters began circling overhead no doubt reporting about Eastwood High's Number 1 Engine on the scene fighting a fire. Neighbours soon began running out and the firefighters put the trio on water duty, passing out a lot of bottled water to the various civilians while also making sure their engine didn't blow up. As they were doing this the firefighters that had gone in carried a charred body out of the building causing the neighbours to shriek and panic at the sight, hiding their children as the medics arrived.

Medic 1: "Jesus Christ!" he said, looking over the body, "Is he even alive?"

Medic 2: "I can't get a pulse through all this gunk." she said, "I'll get the drill."

The first medic put his hand in front of the charred man's mouth, hoping for a breath.....but didn't get anything back.

Medic 1: "Don't bother..." he sighed.

The mood of the sight immediately drops as one of the firefighters throws his helmet to the ground and snaps at the protesters.

Fireman 4: "You happy now?!" he demanded, "Is that what you wanted to happen?!"

Fire Chief: "Kid." he said.

The fireman tisked and grabbed his helmet off the ground before continuing to fight the blaze.

Eventually, after the fire had been put out and a water truck had been called and topped up Tillie's tanks, the shellshocked trio puffed up alongside the TGV-001 just outside a small bar and grill on a siding. As they entered, covered in soot, the people in the restaurant cheered them loudly, raising their drinks into the air. A giggle drew Andy's attention over to a single table where Jenette was waiting for him, eating some Steak.

Emerald: "Go on cap." she said, lightly shoving Andy towards Jenette.

Peter: "We'll be at the bar grabbing some drinks." he said.

Andy nods and walks over to Jenette and sits down with her.

Jenette: "I see someone had an interesting afternoon." she giggled.

Andy: "Uh-huh..." he nodded, "Though my appetite is almost nonexistent now."

Jenette: "I can imagine." she nodded, "You ok?"

Andy: "I'll......I'll be fine." he replied, "Just need a bit of time I suppose."

Jenette smiled understandably, grabbing a few damp tissues and beginning to wipe Andy's face of all the soot.

Jenette: "So Mon Lapin, what do you want to drink?" she asked.

Andy: "Water would be fine." he replied.

Jenette: "Not much of a drinker huh?" she asked.

Andy: "I'm only 17, woman." he joked.

Jenette: "Really? Well you look mature for your age." she purred.

Andy blushed at the comment as Peter and Emerald enjoyed the show.

Westside Charter

2030 hours

Current Conditions: Cloudy

Addy walked into the living room with a bunch of papers. All of them related to her transfer to Eastwood High. She knew her mother would just blindly sign away anything and everything she handed over without a second glance so she was fairly confident that this was going to work but just in case, she grabbed 2 letters her teachers had given her that Friday, both having Reply Slips that needed signing.

Her plan was simple, have her mother sign all the papers, sneak out of her window and make a run for the workshop entrance where one of the Class 08's was currently idling. She would then make a run for the nearest station and buy a ticket to Brighton, if all went well, she would be joining Andy in Eastwood's fleet by the next day....if things failed.....then she was in a lot of trouble. Since their home was a living quarters connected to the office just above the Westside Charter Workshops, she had practised the descent over a thousand times using the rock climbing wall in Westside Charter's Gym which was roughly the same distance down to the front lawn.

Addy: "Hey mom." she said.

Sara: "Yes sweetie?" she asked, putting on a kind facade.

Addy: "Um, I have 3 letters that I need signing, they're due tomorrow." she said, putting the stack of papers down.

Sara: "Sure." she nodded, grabbing a pen.

Sara blindly signed all the papers, not even reading what they were about before giving them back to Addy.

Addy: "Thanks mom." she said, kissing Sara's cheek.

Sara smiles as Addy speed walks back to her room...before running into Nathan.

Nathan: "Where are you off to in such a hurry?" he asked, utterly confused.

Addy: "None of your business Nathan." she said, sassily, "Can you please move?"

Nathan: "Alright, sheesh." he said, raising his hands in the air, "Is it that time of Month already?"

Addy glared at Nathan angrily at that comment, making him back up even more, shuffling around her before retreating into the living room, allowing Addy to rush upstairs and into her room.

Nathan: "What is up with her?" he asked.

Sara: "Meh, it's around that time of month." she shrugged, checking the calendar, "Guess her period started early or something."

Nathan: "Great..." he groaned.

Sara: "Oh come off it, she isn't that bad." she said, "Now, what did you come up to me for?"

Nathan: "Well, the CME's saying Project D10 is about 75% complete." he reported.

Sara: "I see," she said, her kind facade dropping, "very good, tell him to fit it to the Class 42 for testing."

Nathan: "Sure..." he trailed off, "but uh....why are you making a massive claw and fitting it onto our Class 42 anyway? Isn't that....hyper illegal?"

Sara: "Oh my innocent son, the rules state that engines sporting cranes are allowed to compete in the various competitions, especially in the battle royale modes." she said, "So, I want to make sure that when it comes to it we will be guaranteed a win."

Meanwhile, Addy had stuffed the bare necessities into a backpack and put on a black hoodie, some baggy jogging pants, and a pair of black sneakers. She then tied all her bedsheets to her doorknob and began propelling down to the ground from about 10 stories up. Meanwhile, Nathan walked up to her room with a bunch of Menstrual Pads.

Nathan: "Yo, sis." he said, "I've got some Menstrual Pads for ya. Mind letting me in?"

Addy didn't reply and when Nathan tried to open the door he found it wasn't budging.

Nathan: "Ok, message received, I won't bother ya." he shrugged, leaving the menstrual pads on the floor, "I'll check on ya in a few minutes...or whenever mom tells me to."

Addy soon landed on the ground and ran for the front of the workshop where, sure enough, she found the Class 08 idling in front being refuelled. Workers rushed around, carrying parts, barrels, various tools, and tending to the various engines so she waited in the shadow of the building until the route to the Class 08 was clear for her to make a run for it.

But, as she was waiting the sound of a diesel starting drew her ears, she peeked into the workshop and saw the Class 42 in a strange livery, it was a dark, yellow-ish brown livery with black caution stripes running down its sides. Its number 5 was replaced by a Number 1, dethroning her HST, and a hole had been made in the thing's roof.

Addy: "So that's where the Warship was..." she trailed off.

The sounds of a crane then drew her attention upwards causing her to gasp. A massive, black arm was seen hanging in the air, it was about half the length of the Warship but that wasn't the freaky part, that would be the massive jaws attached to the arm. It was easily 5 feet tall with sharp teeth that could easily rip and tear at metal.

The claw was lowered onto the Class 42 as the various workmen rushed over to help with the installation. Seeing the sudden movement as her chance, Addy ran for the Class 08 and jumped in, gunning the throttle, causing damage to the refueling station and alerting the workers.

Worker 1: "THIEF!!" he shouted.

Worker 2: "Let's get the claw on!" he yelled, "Nathan! We need you to give chase!"

Worker 3: "The claw's not ready yet! She might break!" he warned.

Nathan: "Well, we're not letting that thief get away with our 08!" he barked, climbing into the 42's cab.

With the roar of its engine, the massive Diesel roared off, its American horn echoing through the air and the new claw snapping at the air.

Northridge Yard-Somewhere on the Southern Mainline

2100 hours-0200 hours

Current Conditions: Drizzling

Tillie was seen being given coal and water as it built up steam for its trip back to Brighton.

Jenette: "Are you sure you don't want to stay here for the night Mon Lapin?" she asked.

Andy: "I don't think everyone would like to know a boy is sleeping at an all girls school." he pointed out, "Besides, it's only a 3 hour journey."

Jenette: "If you say so." she said, "Come back again soon."

Andy: "Wednesday sound good to you?" he offered.

Jenette: "Sure. Call me." she said, walking off.

Andy smiled, smitten with the French Woman....only to get snapped out of it by Peter.

Peter: "Yo, Earth to Andy." he said, "Let's go, the line's clear."

Andy: "O-oh, right." he nodded, opening Tillie's regulator.

The Brighton-made tank engine slowly puffed forward and towards the mainline, its single headlamp lighting the way ahead.

About 1 hour and a half into the journey Tillie was stopped at a small station, 2 miles South of London.

Andy: "What's the hold up?" he asked.

Station Master: "Are you heading to Brighton?" he asked.

Andy: "That we are." he nodded, "What's the problem?"

Station Master: "There's a small stopping goods train heading for Brighton. The engine that was scheduled to take it was put on other duties." he explained, "Can you please take the train?"

Andy: "Will do." he said.

Station Master: "Excellent, track 5 please." he said, pointing at the small train.

The train was a mixed bag of vans and open wagons carrying some coal and a few perishable items since some of the boxcars were refrigerated units. Andy backed Tillie down on the train and coupled up as Peter changed the headcode from Light Engine to Pickup Goods. With a blast of the Guard's Whistle, Tillie puffed off with the small train.

Meanwhile, Addy was still running from the Class 42, the Class 08 being pushed to the limit...of about 25 mph.

Addy: "Come on, come on, come on!" she begged, trying to push the little shunter faster.

The Class 42 had been slightly delayed leaving the yard due to a faulty signal, a policeman, and a bunch of paperwork, but it did eventually catch up, it shot past at 90 mph, biting down on the 08's cab and ripping part of it off before disappearing down the line. Addy shrieked in surprise before leaping out of the cab, the 08 now serving as bait for the Westside Charter crew to pick up while she made her escape.

A few miles up the line, Tillie was making good time, the goods train was now roughly twice as long but the little tank engine was manhandling the train of 10 trucks with ease. But then, a red signal came out of the dark, causing Andy to slowly bring the train to a stop.

Andy: "Esme?" he questioned.

Emerald: "Control is saying there's something coming towards us." she replied.

Peter: "What kind of something?" he asked, rubbing the dirt out of his eyes.

Just then, the screeching of brakes was heard and Westside Charter's Class 42 emerged from the dark on the same line as the Pickup Goods.

Emerald: "Holy- Sweet Jesus Christ." she yelped.

Andy: "Nathan? What are you doing out?" he asked.

Nathan: "None of your business." he snapped, "What are you doing here?"

Andy: "What does it look like?" he asked, incredulously pointing at the train he was currently pulling.

Nathan: "Ugh, nevermind." he groaned.

Peter: "What the heck is on your roof?" he asked, noticing the claw.

Nathan: "Something for me to know and you to stop asking about." he replied.

Suddenly, an 08 rumbled past, missing part of its cab as it raced down the line.

Nathan: "Damn it!" he cursed.

With that, Nathan left in a cloud of diesel smoke, backing up and crossing some points before roaring past at 50 mph, chasing the 08.

Emerald: "The fuck was that about?" she questioned.

Andy: "No idea, and I'm a little too tired to question it." he groaned.

The signal soon turned green and Andy continued driving down the line. After a few miles, the last stop of the night came into view, a small station in the middle of nowhere with a single boxvan in a station siding. Andy uncoupled Tillie from the train and coupled up to the van, as he did, he heard a grunt of pain.

Andy: "Hey guys, check that out." he said, pinning the brakes down.

Peter: "You think we hit someone?" he asked.

Andy: "We might have a stowaway." he replied, "Esme, you know where the gun is, right?"

Emerald: "Yup, in the toolbox up front." she said.

Andy: "Grab it for us." he instructed.

Andy grabbed a crowbar and began walking over to the van, Peter followed him with the shovel. Both males yanked open the boxvan's doors and yelled, pointing their improvised weapons into the dark, at the same time Addy raised her own improvised weapon, an axe she had found inside the van. When they had stopped screaming Andy lowered his crowbar.

Andy: "Sis?" he questioned.

Addy: "Bro!" she shouted, shooting forward and hugging him.

Andy: "Where the heck did you come from? We're in the middle of nowhere." he said.

Addy: "I was looking for London where I would ditch the 08 I grabbed and then catch a train to-" she started.

Andy: "Hold up, that unmanned 08 riding the rails with bits of its cab missing was you?" he questioned.

Addy: "Yeah! Nathan's hunting me down, we have to go!" she said.

Andy: "Ok, get in the cab, Peter, fire like Hell; Esme, radio control and gimme minute by minute updates on where the hell that Class 42 is at all times and clear the line so we have a nonstop run to Brighton." he ordered.

Peter: "Yes sir." he saluted.

Emerald: "On it man!" she said.

Tillie coupled up to its train and began building up steam, the signal next to them still on red.

Emerald: "Ok, we have a clear run all the way to Brighton." she said, "The 42 is still 30 miles back and increasing the distance."

Andy: "Copy." he nodded.

The signal light turned green and Tillie puffed forwards, its train rattling behind it.

Meanwhile, up the line, Nathan had finally managed to derail the Class 08 and had come to a stop next to the engine, the other person in the cab a PT Boomer, hopped out and, after a quick examination, groaned in dismay.

PT Boomer: "Ugh!" he groaned, "The throttle and the regulator must've slipped on. There's no one in here!"

Nathan: "So we've derailed and torn up a locomotive that just....ran away?" he questioned.

PT Boomer: "I guess." he shrugged, "In any case, let's get a crane and never tell anyone about this."

Nathan: "Aye. Will do." he nodded, driving further up the line to grab a crane.

Back down the line, Tillie came to a stop at Brighton, it was still pretty dark out as they shunted their train into the siding, changed the headcode, and began slowly making their way towards Hither Green Marshalling Yard.

Andy: "Home free sis." he said, leaning out of the cab.

Addy did the same as they puffed through the gates. The lights were still on and the crews were still celebrating their win over Northridge when Andy slowly drove his engine into the sheds and parked it.

Alex: "Ey! There he is! The man of the hour! How'd the date go lil bro?" he asked.

Andy: "It went well, I'm on for another date this Wednesday." he replied, chipperly.

Billy: "My man." he laughed, offering a high 5.

Andy gladly answered the high 5 and his crew climbed down from Tillie's cab, Addy in tow.

Alex: "Woah, when did you pick up your sister?" he asked.

Emerald: "We took a Pickup Goods on the way home. She was hiding in one of the box vans." she explained.

Toby: "Shouldn't we be concerned about that?" he asked.

Peter: "Something for tomorrow." he said, wiping his eyes of dirt, "I wanna hit the hay."

Andy: "Yeah, sorry to be the party pooper but I ain't gonna celebrate one win all night." he said.

The other crews jokingly boo at Andy before reluctantly packing the party up and heading to their dorms with Addy following Andy into his room.

Hither Green Marshalling Yard

0800 hours

Current Conditions: Clear

The next morning, the Headmaster and Rosie arrived in the yards to check on the crews. The crews were all in very high spirits as they cleaned and idled in the yard, playing various games and keeping themselves occupied.

Rosie: "Morning maggots!" she yelled.

Crews: "MORNING MA'AM!" they yelled back, chipperly.

H. Samson: "Nice to see that you all are in high spirits." he smiled, "Andy, I heard about your date, how'd that go?"

Andy: "It went well sir." he replied, happily.

H. Samson: "Splendid my boy." he smiled before noticing Addy, "Oh? And who's this?"

Andy: "My twin sister sir." he replied, "We found her on the way here and took her back with us."

Rosie: "Well, Westside Charter is probably looking for their fastest driver." she said, "We have to give her back."

Addy suddenly produced a slip of paper and gave it to the headmaster.

H. Sampson: "What's this?" he asked, taking the piece of paper confused.

Addy: "It's a transfer request." she replied, "I don't want to compete against my brother for a cause I don't even like."

Rosie: "Kid, we don't have any engines that still need a crew." she pointed out, "So, even if ya join, ya won't compete in Rail Wars."

Toby: "But ma'am, I think I saw an engine back at Brighton Works that we can use." he said, "And my sister wants to join Rail Wars too."

Billy: "The Terrier?" he questioned, "That thing hasn't moved in forever. It won't be ready for competition until next week."

Toby: "Still better than nothing and we can always use an extra shunting engine." he said.

Vicki: "Yeah, as much as I love the Class 04, it's mom's." she pointed out, "I can't always bring it out to battle."

H. Samson: "Hm.....very well." he said, "But how confident are you at the controls of a steam engine?"

Addy: "Very." she replied, "After all, Andy could do it and we are twins."

H. Samson: "Alright then." he grinned, "Welcome to Eastwood High."

Addy smiled back and the screen faded to black.

A/N:

Andy: Ok, MJTM III, here I come! dieHero, DrFrostwire0, gimme your thoughts, I know this is probably a pretty weak chapter but I was running out of ideas halfway through. Anyways, it's stupid hot and I am gonna think up ideas for MJTM III, I'll see you guys next week.