Pharaoh's Blood.

Last Rat Standing (Chapter 8)

With an ever-creeping rattle vibrating the unstable rails, the newly-activated yet dangerous steam-engine increased upon their location like a cheetah within the savannah, it’s line locked onto its vulnerable and injured prey, with only a starving glint within its shine.

James felt his stomach drop like a thousand tonnes had weighed upon his figure with a merciless bite, his heart sped up dramatically as he continued to put his full strength into moving the car out of the way of its imminent destruction.

“Go!”

James yelled, yelling in unison with the other agents, feeling the vibrations becoming stronger and stronger as the metal beast approached them with incredible speed, encroaching upon them with the ability of pouncing at any second.

The other agents were panicking and Q alongside Eve were biting their nails at this point in a frenzy of worry, reaching out after a moment.

The train's whistle harshly pierced the air as James gave one last push, smelling the train's smoke wafting through his sinuses from how close it had progressed and just as the train had collected the rocks under their feet, the team managed to get the car off of the rails, James along with the other two agents tumbling aside, the wind of the avoided monster passing them at the hair's length, dust speckling their clothes in great mass.

"May the good god save the queen... We did it.”

One agent huffed out with a tiresome lack of breath, the other chuckling with nervous intent behind their tone, facing the other one it was clear that they were expecting an arrival upon death's doorstep but James soon turned and saw the reaper themselves from a mere glance at the mechanical slayer, the glint of blue and red on the white base of the mask,