Enforcer Krell hurled the glass canister with savage force.
The heavy cylinder spun end over end through the rainy darkness, trailing foul red nitrogen vapor straight toward the braided copper jumper cable.
If the acid touched the copper, the negative twenty-four-volt ground would dissolve in two seconds.
From the front doors of Coach #404, Elena Rostova leaned out into the downpour. She gripped her four-foot fiberglass medical splint-rod with both hands like a baseball bat.
“Batter up, you brute!” Elena yelled.
She swung the non-conductive fiberglass rod in a lightning-fast horizontal sweep.
CRACK!
The fiberglass tip caught the flying glass canister dead center in mid-air.
