Some time has passed since Thomas and TFC return from London,Sodor have been throught a lot of changes over the years,The N.W.R have made improviments over the years with technology,areas have been extended and places were build,like a conteiner yar...
The Fatt Controler sat in his office at the Big Station,pondering to himself.
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Recently,with the demands of transport and export growing,more and more conteiners were arriving in the Harbour and brought to the conteiner Yards,wich means that Peter would have to work extra hard,in turn,it have made the poor 8F tired,to make things worse,the docks at Brendam where getting packed heavy too,and with three of it's engines busy elswhere,they couldn't keep up with the demands,the Fatt Controler knew that the branch needed a another engine,but he just couldn't spare engines from other parts of the Island,because things wouldn't only get worse,he needed a solution and fast.
He keep on thinking when he heard a knock in the door.
The Fatt Controler:enter.
The door open and close to see a young man standing there with two letter in his hands.
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The Fatt Controler:ah,Phill,good to see you made it,so how it was?.
Phill:well sir,the meeting went well,but,they said it would be completed in a few months.
The Fatt Director:oh dear,that's not good,both the Mainline and Brendam Branch are in need to engines,i can't swap engines from their jobs to do others around the Island.
Phill:well,in that case we're in need of another engine.
The Fatt Controler:i know,but thd only records we have are Mainland Diesels who have been here before,and they are all horrible to the engines.
Phill:well,i think i have a anwser to that.
Phill puts the two letters in the desk.
Phill:this letters arrived in the mail this morning,they were sent to the Stationmanster office by accident and he gave it me when i return from the meeting on Neville's train.
The Fatt Controler eyed the two letters,one was from India,the other was from Germany,TCH pick them up,and examend them,a few seconds later,a smile grew on his face.
The Fatt Controler:well Phill,i belive we just find ourselfs a permanent solution.
