Elena Rostova slid down the curved windshield stanchion of Coach #404.
Her combat boots hit the heavy steel bumper apron with a solid thud. She kept both hands gripped on the grab-rail.
Under Sheet 4B, Rule 1, a crew member remained legally aboard the chocked vehicle as long as one limb maintained contact with the chassis.
“Elena! Stay on the bumper!” Mac Cole roared from the open cab window right above her head.
“I’m grounded, Mac!” Elena yelled back, checking the rubber tread on her soles.
“The enforcers are moving!” Mac warned, his knuckles white on the unpowered air-brake lever.
“They’re coming for the front brass chock!” Mac added through the window.
Inside the cab, the Detroit Diesel engine sat dead and cold.
