Kael jumped out of the obsidian cart, landing on the next cart over. The transport was still speeding up, and the wind was beginning to whip through his hair.
The carts below his feet had metal roofs now, and his boots clanged on them as he rushed forward. .
The transport continued to gain speed, racing along the track as if it were an animal finally set free.
Kael's muscles tensed with every leap between carts—one slip and it was over.
Put this thing to a stop. You can't let the transport reach the Capitol.
He was reaching the front of the transport now. The main engine that pulled the carts along was in sight.
Through the thick gray smoke that surrounded Kael, he could see movement.
Someone was climbing onto the top of the train. Another Official, wearing the standard all-white uniform.
This one carried one weapon in each hand. One was a handgun; the other was a dagger.
He had both short and long range. That would make it tough to get close to him.
