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[color=crimson][b][h3]Φ PAYBACK Φ[/h3]Shipton Railyard, North Pomona[/b][/color][/center]
[color=crimson]”Fucking amateurs,”[/color] whispered Myla, watching from a corner.

Yeah, they were trying to steal a goddamn train. Fucking amateurs, trying to steal a whole goddamn train of [i]acid[/i] like chumps instead of waiting for it to get to some warehouse or at the loading docks or this or that or the other. Amateurs, because they had to be flashy and steal a whole-ass train with a flamethrower and future-guns. Yeah. She had some little annoyance, because she knew that she would’ve taken it some other route than this dumb nonsense. 

They could’ve done so many things, could have just…paid off the driver to stop off somewhere where there weren’t any cameras, to offload a bunch, could have pretended to be the driver and gotten it to a different location, could have done so many things, but no, the chumps decided to be [i]loud[/i]. Hell, the museum-idiots were smarter than these people. They knew to just be quiet and move in and do their thing, but these idiots? A flamethrower? She felt insulted, as a thief. Fucking amateurs, because there was such an [i]easy[/i] way to stop the bullshit right there and then.

Her eyes went to the engine. Yeah, it was diesel out of the 80s or something, a piece that looked maintained enough. That also meant it wasn’t some stupid nonsense steam thing with mechanical controls. It meant it had [i]electronics[/i].

[color=crimson]”Eclipse, Asteroid, I’ve got the engine. No heist for these shit-heads,”[/color] she whispered to the other two - no real comms for her after all, and it’d be some regular, true bullshit as the lady made her way around the yard. The flamethrower, Pyress - stupid friggin name too - had her attention solely on Eclipse, and that sort of lapse was a real big mistake.

Yeah, there’s the engine, there’s the goons instead. They were just two shapes, really, inside that lit cabin. Set the bag down, crouch a few steps forward beside a pallet…hey, there’s that field. Myla knew she could kill those electronics without making it rock, make them notice her. That was a hell of a lot of metal, after all. She could feel that field, started it up, and watched the lights from inside the cabin sputter and die. Fuck em.

She watched the two work around, concerned solely with the whole part of their job - getting the engine up and moving. Yeah, that sure wasn’t happening now, Myla thought, picking the bag back up and working her way up to the cabin. Unzip that front, front towards enemy…yeah, there that door was. Did she want to climb up to open it? Hell no. She got up anyways though, slowly moving along the walkway to get to the door. They were still moving around, frantic enough. Prop that bag on the door, the edge of the window, because all that light would really, [i]really[/i] reflect off of everything. Once, twice, three times she pulled that cord as the lightbulbs lit right against the glass, turning the cabin into a strobe for a second. Were they yelling? Damn straight they were. Bag back, she opened the door, and they were [i]real[/i] loud about being blind.

Bag was pretty heavy though - she made it that way, after all. One hand on the carry handle, one on the back, and she let it swing down once, twice on each of their heads. It was quiet again.

Yeah, time to leave. Myla climbed back out, jumping the rail and moving back into the pallets before the flamethrower circled around with the absolute noise the two goons had made.