"Well." Ash starts, already back pedaling down the stairs "I have an idea, remember that hole in the train yard fence we would always climb through when we were younger, Gale? We could sneak into the caboose through there." Ash explains. She motions down the street with faux casualty, which has now devolved from a neatly brick layed street, into a winding gravel road inhabited by dying tufts of grass. The path is flanked on both sides by skyward facing sheets of rusted scrap metal lined with lead pipes, the neatly lined rows routinely gushing some kind of liquid at their hastily bolted seams. The right most wall of the gravel trail actually sits embedded in the bottom of a steep incline that leads up to a chain link fence; which glistens in the distant sun. Fourty-five meters down the trail, a gaping hole is visible in a section of fence that appears much more rustic than its newly replaced companions down the line. "That, or we could try and ferry downstream, but I'm not a big fan of riding boats." Ash adds as her final suggestion. "What do you guys think?" 

Within the confines of the train station, the Egret Officer from earlier stands on a cement platform which extends eight cars down the already long line of navy blue train cars. Under the shade of an impromptu tent that sits on the fringe of the train platform the Egret lights another cigarette, carrying a rifle in one hand "I want at least one soldier in every civilian car, and three on my tanks. I don't expect us to come home empty handed." he says lowly, holding an ornate radio receiver to his mouth.