Mr. Bruce: Now the reasons we're digging tunnels to Santa Cruz, and San Francisco, are these. One, we need mais money which we'll make por bringing freight to, and from those cities. Two, mind control.
Panzer: Mind control?
Mr. Bruce: That is correct. Directly behind me are thirty five tankers carrying nerve gas I designed for mind control. Once the tunnels are finished, we bring the gas into San Francisco, and Santa Cruz. por the time we do that, we spray the gas, and convince the people that we sprayed to give us mais money, under every circumstance. Then, we purchase the Eastern Pacific, and make it go out of business!
Ferris: Hm, interesting.
Jack: I bet you it won't work though.
Corsair: Why not?
Jack: You don't know my controller as well as I do.
Owner: I believe it's a smart plan.
Corsair: I agree with my owner.
Tony: Oh. I've been meaning to ask you, what's with the megaphone, and how come you don't have a face like the rest of us?
Corsair: Oh I have a face, you just can't see it in this streamlining.
Panzer: And is that what the megaphone is for?
Corsair: Yes.
90 minutos passed, and Jeremy entered the harbor.
Sean: *Stops with a passenger train*
Mily: *Stops with another passenger train* Hi you two.
Sean: Hey.
Jeremy: Hi Mily. I got info for the both of you.
Sean: We're all ears.
Jeremy: Your bridge that you, and the narrow gauge railway use has made Mr. Bruce jealous. He's digging tunnels into San Francisco, and Santa Cruz.
Sean: If you want us to steal resources, Kenny's Line would be a mais reasonable choice for this job.
Jeremy: They're laying low. All I need you to do is take thirty five freight cars full of a nerve gas that Mr. Bruce will use to make everyone do what he says.
Sean: We need some kind of a plan.
Mily: How about switching them with other tank cars?
Jeremy: Mily, that's a brilliant idea. I'll swap the tank cars with other tank cars filled with water. Then I give you the nerve gas, and you guys ruin it so it won't work.
Sean: We'll come up with something. Bring us the tank cars as soon as you can.
Jeremy: I will.
After the conversation, the three engines went back to work
2 B Continued
Panzer: Mind control?
Mr. Bruce: That is correct. Directly behind me are thirty five tankers carrying nerve gas I designed for mind control. Once the tunnels are finished, we bring the gas into San Francisco, and Santa Cruz. por the time we do that, we spray the gas, and convince the people that we sprayed to give us mais money, under every circumstance. Then, we purchase the Eastern Pacific, and make it go out of business!
Ferris: Hm, interesting.
Jack: I bet you it won't work though.
Corsair: Why not?
Jack: You don't know my controller as well as I do.
Owner: I believe it's a smart plan.
Corsair: I agree with my owner.
Tony: Oh. I've been meaning to ask you, what's with the megaphone, and how come you don't have a face like the rest of us?
Corsair: Oh I have a face, you just can't see it in this streamlining.
Panzer: And is that what the megaphone is for?
Corsair: Yes.
90 minutos passed, and Jeremy entered the harbor.
Sean: *Stops with a passenger train*
Mily: *Stops with another passenger train* Hi you two.
Sean: Hey.
Jeremy: Hi Mily. I got info for the both of you.
Sean: We're all ears.
Jeremy: Your bridge that you, and the narrow gauge railway use has made Mr. Bruce jealous. He's digging tunnels into San Francisco, and Santa Cruz.
Sean: If you want us to steal resources, Kenny's Line would be a mais reasonable choice for this job.
Jeremy: They're laying low. All I need you to do is take thirty five freight cars full of a nerve gas that Mr. Bruce will use to make everyone do what he says.
Sean: We need some kind of a plan.
Mily: How about switching them with other tank cars?
Jeremy: Mily, that's a brilliant idea. I'll swap the tank cars with other tank cars filled with water. Then I give you the nerve gas, and you guys ruin it so it won't work.
Sean: We'll come up with something. Bring us the tank cars as soon as you can.
Jeremy: I will.
After the conversation, the three engines went back to work
2 B Continued
