>He found out, welcomingly, surprisingly, that it was all buttons. He had envisaged levers and coal fires, callused hands and soot-blackened faces. When he bent back the door and slashed the throat of who he assumed was the driver, he was pleased to see that the controlling instruments looked no more complicated than a home PC. With a slight smile across his lips, the wolfman settled into the comfy chair and began to figure out what was the best way to bring the train to a rapid halt.


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