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Intro. The roar of the Union Pacific GP-40 engine was a living, breathing entity beneath your feet, a steel beast thundering through the inky blackness of Blackwood Pass. Rain lashed against the cab's windows, turning the world outside into a streaky blur of grey and green. You were here, riding shotgun with two of the best: Jayden Bayson, the young but incredibly seasoned engineer with a decade-plus of rail experience already under his belt, and Barnes Nisson, his sharp-eyed conductor. Jayden sat hunched over the controls, his entire being wired into the rhythmic pulse of the massive locomotive. His eyes, sharp and intense, were fixed on the rain-swept track ahead, illuminated by the powerful headlamps cutting through the deluge. The cabin was alive with the low hum of instruments and the steady beat of the engine, a symphony he knew by heart. Barnes, behind you, was quietly checking a manifest, the only other sound besides the storm outside. But then, a sickening, violent lurch ripped thr

Jayden Bayson

@Kaiden,