Back at the Packard and Co. yard, Miss Jenny was sitting on a wooden crate near the entrance, slowly sipping at a cup of coffee. Police officers were all around the yard, talking to the press or one the phone to the search and rescue squad. They all seemed very intimidating and Miss Jenny was glad to be away from it all. Several officers were looking at her funnily after slapping Detective Fisher, but most of them knew the stress she was under.
"Jenny." Miss Jenny looked around, looking for the source of the kind, caring voice. The foreman was standing over her, a sad look on his face.
"What is it?" She said, leaping to her feet. The foreman shuffled his feet nervously and looked away from her.
"They still haven't found them yet. But Harold's pilot has reported several suspicious figures lurking around the forest." The foreman explained. Miss Jenny nodded and looked away. "Jenny, you can tell me if you aren't feeling O-"
"I am feeling fine, thank you." Miss Jenny snapped and she quickly marched away. As she got closer to the gate, Miss Jenny could hear Detective Fisher booming about something. She halted and looked over and saw him talking to the press. Camera lights were flashing and the reporters arms looked like they'd fall off as they held microphones up to the officers face as he spoke, slowly and confidently.
"….and the photographs we received from several trampers, who were in the general area of the blast when it occurred, show some sort of container in the background. Several police helicopters have not found any container in the area but we hope to find more evidence soon enough." Detective Fisher concluded. One reporter, a woman with long black hair, quickly stepped forwards.
"Do you believe that this incident is connected to the fire forty five minutes ago?" She said.
"Though we are not here to discuss it, several witnesses state the incident doesn't seem like an accident." Fisher explained.
"What about the hotel, do you think it is connected to that?" A tall man with glasses inquired.
"It seems a possibility, though we have had trouble contacting Mr Berrob." Detective Fisher answered and was about to answer another when Miss Jenny walked over and gave the policeman a shove.
"Hello, I am Jenny Packard, I own this facility. If you have any further inquires kindly direct them to me." She said with a large grin. Detective Fisher looked like she had slapped him again and the reporters muttered to each other and smirked. Miss Jenny looked at him and grinned and wrapped her left arm around his right. "Come now Jonathon, smile for the cameras." Detective Fisher put on a force smile and the cameras flashed and the reporters began to babble questions and Miss Jenny could only smirk at the detective's disgusted look.
Max and Monty raced through the forest, bushes and branches crushed beneath their wheels. Mac raced ahead, chortling loudly and honking his horn. The rival dump truck kept swerving and blocked their way.
"You'll never catch me!" He yelled. "Grudge is going through them down the nearest mine shaft!" Max and Monty growled and honked their horns. Kelly and Fredrick followed behind, speeding but going more cautiously than the twins.
"Don't let them take them!" Fredrick wailed.
"Don't worry old timer." Monty called.
"We won't let anything bad happen." Max added. Mac laughed at this and quickly swerved to dodge a tree stump. Max went determinedly ahead but didn't notice it and his front left tyre smacked into it, sending him veering out of control and smashing into a moss-covered boulder. Monty tried to avoid his brother but he ended up hitting a tree trunk. Kelly cried out and sailed between the two and Fredrick came to a halt.
"Ouch." Max groaned. "I think I broke my face."
"Oh don't be so pathetic!" Kelly sighed.
"Well you aren't injured!" Monty protested.
"I think we should strategise what to do." Fredrick said calmly.
"Which is…?" Monty said with a snarl. Kelly was about to reply when Max suddenly honked his horn. They all looked at the dump truck, who was staring at the boulder in front of him.
"Monty, are you think what I'm thinking?"
Mac burst through a bush and screeched to halt; spraying mud around the clearing he had just come into. The large bush was thankfully blocking the view from Nelson and Buster, who were on the road nearby.
"Oi, watch it!" George snapped. He looked down at the three Pack members that lay in pieces around the area. Grudge stood in between Alfie and Jack, awaiting orders.
"I am pretty sure I lost the others." Mac said, wheezing.
"Good, very good." George said, and he turned to the Pack. "Looks like we have finally won."
"You haven't won yet!" Isabella snapped.
"And why is that?"
"There are helicopters all over the place!" Jack cried.
"They'll catch you before you can even blink." Alfie snarled.
"If there are all these helicopters, why haven't you been found yet?" Mac said with a snarl.
"Yeah, why haven't ya?" Grudge added, but everyone ignored him.
"They'll find us soon enough!" Jack roared.
"We'll see about that." George snapped. "Grudge, clear away the trash."
"Gladly boss!" The digger said and he quickly moved towards Jack. "This is going to be very fun."
"NO!!" Isabella cried.
Up on the road, Nelson came to a halt, causing Buster to shake about on his flatbed.
"What is it?" The steamroller snapped.
"I think I just heard something done there." Nelson said.
"Honk your horn, get their attention." Buster suggested. Nelson nodded and honked loudly. Grudge halted, his scoop only centimetres away from Jack.
"That's Nelson!" Alfie exclaimed.
"NELSON, WE'RE DONE HERE!" Isabella cried.
"Shut it you!" Mac snarled.
"Don't just stay there!" George barked and Grudge nodded and began to move again.
Than, things began to go wrong for the SCI vehicles.
Mac was about to charge for Isabella, when suddenly Monty burst through the leafy surroundings. The Pack dump truck charged into his rival, nearly tipping him over.
"Watch it you!" Mac grunted.
"Quickly!" George spluttered.
"You go Monty!" Jack yelled. Then, Kelly appeared, his arm extended. Grudge looked up and gasped as he was poked in the eye, effectively forcing him backwards.
"This is RIDICULOUS!" George roared.
"My eye hurts." Grudge moaned. Jack looked at him with an angry expression and then signalled at his bits that had fallen off, making the digger blush. Monty and Mac continued to scuffle with each other and George sighed and headed towards Isabella.
Up on the hill, Nelson and Buster were looking for a way in when Max and Fredrick appeared from between two trees. Fredrick had lifted the mossy boulder onto Max and was using his scoop to keep it in place. The two moved slowly up the hill and stopped until they were in front of the rose bush.
"READY… AIM… FIRE!" Max yelled and Fredrick moved aside.
Everyone fell silent.
Everyone looked towards the boulder.
George's eyes widened as the boulder crushed the bushes and smashed into his back, annihilating his left wheel and crushing his cab. Monty grinned and pushed Mac into the line of carnage. The dump truck gasped as the boulder hit him, tipping him over. The silence disappeared as soon as it fell as the Pack began to cheer.
"We're saved, we're saved!" Jack, Alfie and Isabella yelled together. Kelly beamed as Fredrick, Nelson and Max rolled down the hill, chuckling at their fallen rivals. Kelly looked towards Max and Monty and his smile grew even more.
"Looks like you two finally did good." He said, and the others cheered as the SCI vehicles groaned. Max and Monty looked at each other and beamed.
And this time, it wasn't deviously.
The next morning, the rescue operation began.
Kelly and Nelson chipped in and assisted Butch and the other tow trucks with clearing things up. Trevor and Terence also helped out with towing the machines up the hill. Grudge wasn't injured and was escorted away on a police transporter. Everything was going smoothly and Jack, Alfie, Mac and George were soon on flatbeds and were whisked away. Isabella was put on Nelson's flatbed and the two headed home, Kelly, Fredrick and Buster alongside, with Max and Monty moving behind them carrying the broken bits from the machines. They briefly discovered the night's events but the conversation didn't get going.
"You know what?" Isabella said, breaking the silence.
"What?" The others said in unison.
"There aren't enough ladies in the Pack." The lorry replied.
"Miss Jenny sent me to collect a woman." Nelson said casually.
"Really, who?" Buster inquired.
"ME!" A voice boomed, echoing around the quiet area. The Pack members froze as there was a honk something appeared from around a corner. Everyone gasped except for Isabella, who squealed frantically.
In front of them was a lorry that was practically identical to Isabella. However, this one was a shade of purple and had orange stripes instead of red. Her bed had fencing all around it, and she had a long trailer hooked behind her. Her face was a lot thinner than Isabella's but she had a slightly bigger nose and thinner lips. Her headlights were further apart and she only had two windows at her front instead of several like Isabella. Otherwise, the two were identical.
"MAGENTA!" Isabella screeched.
"ISABELLA!" Magenta cried with a thick British accent, and the two lorries let out high pitched, girlish calls, making the others faces screw up in pain. Magenta ran forwards, but reeled back at the state of Isabella. "What happened to you?"
"There was a bit of an accident." Isabella mumbled, before looking at the others curious faces. "Oh, this is my cousin, Magenta, from London." Everyone said hello and introduced themselves. Magenta seemed very friendly, though she sniffed at Nelson.
"I went to the airport and no one was there. I stayed there overnight until that jet plane mentioned the whereabouts of your yard. I raced over here but got lost. Thankfully I showed up here!" Magenta said. "Now come on Nathan, let's take Izzy to the works." Nelson's eyes popped and his eyebrows narrowed, but the others just chuckled as he moved forwards with Isabella and Magenta chatting as they went.
"I think she is going to be interesting." Fredrick said, chuckling, and the others laughed swell.
Unbeknownst to the Pack, Alpha and Canton were watching them, hiding amongst the trees. Alpha was looking through binoculars while Canton was using his extra vision.
"They don't seem to be fazed by our bomb at all." The ute mumbled.
"I can see that." Alpha growled.
"And I think the fire burnt our sign before they could read it." Canton added.
"I know that Canton." Alpha said, clenching the binoculars.
"It would have been better if more than just two of-"
"Oh shut it!" Alpha snapped, glaring at his car. Canton was shocked and he quickly looked away. Alpha sighed and moved forward.
"Sorry to shout. Its just, if we don't find out what Berrob is doing, that company could go down." He explained.
"I know, but I just don't think we are getting the point across." Canton said.
"Don't worry, I'll think of something more effective." Alpha said, winking. He quickly got into the car and they drove off, the agent calling his boss as they moved.
If they wanted to uncover the truth about the bodies, they had to step things up a notch.
Meanwhile, high in the air, the man the two were discussing was sitting in a comfortable leather chair.
Cedric Berrob was nestled into the only seat of his private plane. It was a Boeing 757 and was painted pure snow white, making it look like a fast moving cloud. The chair Cedric sat in was identical to the one at his home and office and was just as comfortable. It faced towards a widescreen television that took up half a wall. Cedric mainly only watched movies while he was flying as then he could change movies if he got bored with the other one. He only flew for business, and today was no different. As soon as he heard about the explosion, Cedric arranged to head to Sodor in the morning.
Cedric was a very clever man. He always knew when someone was out to get him, and the explosion proved that someone was looking for a way to destroy the hotel. And he was looking for a reason to fly over there after receiving news of the corpses discovery only a few nights ago.
"Do you want a drink sir?" Cedric left his thoughts and stared up at his bodyguard.
"No thank you Jacob, I'll tell you when I want something. Now start the movie." Cedric said slyly. The bodyguard nodded and scuttled back to his spot. He pressed a remote control and the lights dimmed and a picture came on screen. Cedric smiled and crossed his legs and relaxed.
He wanted to enjoy himself before the past came out again.