"So, you say she's been putting in…more appearances?"
"Yes. Two diesels spotted her fleeing a couple of nights ago, in the main yard."
"And, you reckon her intentions are…less than positive?"
"You shoulda seen her when she was a racer," Caboose smirked. "Filthy cheater, she was, that's how she won so many races. Me and GB went and put a stop to it, by giving her a taste of her own medicine!"
"But you think she's still has those intentions?"

"Course. A leopard never changes its spots, do it?"
Marshall nodded, making mental notes of everything the truck was telling him.

"Thank you. I shall wait for the light to fade, then scout the area. She won't escape from me!"
Caboose grinned, turned on his heel and skated away - his job done!

Steadily, night fell. At around nine o'clock, Marshall headed from the main yard. His first stop, he decided was the Rolling Stock yard.

This yard, as he expected, was empty and silent. He moved through the yard, his senses sharp and alert. No-one knew where his next target made her lair, but he was determined to find it, and bring her down! If he played his cards right, he might even be on his way by the next night.

Diesella was at the old bridge again, staring down into the water. Lost in her own, clouded thoughts, she was unaware of what approached her…until a cold, clear voice rang out.

"Stay right where you are, and I'll make this as painless as possible!"

She whirled, and bolted on seeing another train standing there; a beam of light narrowly missed her shoulder as she fled with all the speed of a champion racer!

Marshall was surprised at this - he could not recall ever missing a target - but he caught his senses and dashed after her!

Panic-stricken, Diesella raced for her shed, not looking back. Upon seeing her shed approach, she doubled her speed, bursting through the door and slamming it behind her, locking it frantically! Then, biting her lip, she sunk to the floor, her damaged frame racked with sobs!

Raging, Marshall kicked and rattled the door, but it wouldn't open. Sighing with frustration he yelled "You can't stay in there forever, ghost scum! You gotta come out sometime! And when you do, I'll be here!"

Then, giving the door a final kick, he retreated to the main yard, to a temporary shed to wait, deciding he might find that caboose again and employ his help!

hehe Chapter 3 up! Hopefully I'll actually finish this one! XP