1255 Not Again...

In any case, we finished breakfast without issue though Raphael and Anthony were already itching to show me the finished product of the thing they kicked me out of after deliberating over and over with it. At the same time, our trainees/cadets/DS—fuck it we'll just call them trainees for now—were waiting for what I'd do with them since I had them for the day.

But yeah, I made my way to our engineer's main workshop—which was Anthony's house among a few other dwellings inside a smaller compound—and saw the finished product.

For a brief description, it's what would look like if a minecart was stretched in a photo editing app and had a rebellious phase. It weighed over a thousand pounds—maybe even past double that number—and the side bumpers and the stoppers can fucking do their jobs as intended.

JP took a closer look, "So, we're going back to Monumento?"

Tatiana replied, "Kind of but everyone's already made it to Abad Santos station."

"That fast?"