CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

Rochester, New York.

April 29th.

0905 hours.

Night's grip was unyielding, and even with Roxie's company, slumber remained elusive. That diminutive container occupied his every thought. Solo's directive echoed in his mind, urging him to transport it to the long-standing Rochester train terminal, where he had dutifully manned the controls for half a decade.

He recalled Solo's instruction back at the bar: 'Get this on the controls to the electromagnetic tracks and let it do its thing. '

Solo's eyes glimmered with a deceitful glint as he cautiously departed the smoky tavern.

This prompted him to contemplate upon the singular desire that fueled his existence. The dimly lit street stretched out before him, a labyrinth of possibilities and wicked allure. Yet, as he lingered at that moment, one thought dominated his mind-what lay ahead if he took this tiny vessel to the control room of the train terminal?

The morning sun cast a vibrant glow upon the sprawling metropolis of Rochester, ill