The journey back to the Margin was a logistical nightmare.
Arthur Sterling did not have a fleet of passenger transports. He had three hover bikes and a hijacked, mile-long armored locomotive sitting dead on the tracks in the middle of a toxic wasteland.
But he was a CEO. He solved problems.
"System," Arthur commanded as he stood on the desert floor. "Can we reroute the Iron Convoy's navigation array? Link it to the transit rails running through Sector 4."
[Ding!]
[Analyzing locomotive mainframe.]
[Affirmative. Host possesses Administrator control. Rerouting coordinates to the Margin central station. Warning: Engine requires manual reboot.]
Arthur didn't hesitate. He sent Vane and Cassia back into the engine room to physically jump-start the massive plasma thrusters. It took twenty minutes of sparking wires and heavy lifting, but the colossal centipede of a train finally roared back to life.
