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We were being called up to the helipad.

A mobile task force presence was needed to report to the desert,

some 150 kilometers away from our base of operations.

We were the closest to the incident, so it was an obvious choice.

Apparently, there was a rail transport that ran into some trouble

in the middle of the night, jumped the tracks, and is now unable to move. They wouldn't tell

us what they were carrying. Our only instructions were to contain the scene until secondary

containment could be arranged in the morning. We knew the drill and took off in our chopper towards

the incident. It takes an hour or so, but we make it to the

site. The lights of the train are still on, which is good. It means that power must still be on,

and that containment might not be compromised. The thing about being in a mobile task force is that

if you are not told what you are dealing with, then it's the worst possible thing.

Everyone was on edge because we weren't given any information.

We land on the ground.

Dust is kicked up and obscures our vision of the transport.

I signal for my team to approach the floodlights we can still make out.

We are a mixed bag of professionals.

Most of us are hired ex-military, but we have a few specialists on our team. Those that get selected give me some kind of indication of what we are up against. We have a containment

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