Qinglang warned, "Maya, the other side is slowing down."
Maya looked down and said, "There's a fork rail ahead, overtake it."
Overtaking was exactly what they did. The Orient Express switched to track one. Since the train conductor had no manners, it was up to the train attendant to clean up after him. Lin Wu waved to the other party, though in truth he didn't see anyone at all. The rear carriages of the Angel were battered and torn; the doors were so deformed they could not open, and all the glass had shattered. Lin Wu could only see two hands waving at him from the window.
Maya crawled into the locomotive's cabin and said, "There are no factory stations nearby, we're taking our chances with the question mark station."
"Okay," Qinglang nodded obediently.
Lin Wu added, "If we can't find a factory station before the event ends..."
Lin Wu cut himself off mid-sentence as Qinglang, without raising his head or straying his gaze, said, "I sense a killing intent."
