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invigorate then for the journey ahead, and we’ll need every man’s full attention to see this through to the end successfully.”
     
    Nancy was quiet for a moment as she digested what Krylov had told her. When she spoke again, her voice was softer. “You said the country’s been obliterated. Is that because…”
     
    “Yes. As the satellite was passing over, I examined the imagery quite closely. We wouldn’t be en route to your country if mine wasn’t all but wiped off the face of the earth.” Krylov’s tone had a sting near the end, putting Nancy on the defensive.
     
    “Commander, you realize that we were hurt just as much as you, right? I’ve seen more death and destruction than I could have ever imagined just in the few places we’ve been. You’re not the only one who’s suffered losses.”
     
    “No, Ms. Sims, we aren’t. But we also aren’t the ones who started this disaster.” Krylov’s eyes and voice started to fill with anger, though as he looked at Nancy it quickly died out. He sighed again and stopped, leaning against the wall in the empty corridor. “You have my apologies. You are no more responsible for this than I am.”
     
    Nancy placed her hand on Krylov’s shoulder, smiling grimly at him. “There’s no need for apologies, Commander. None of us expected to be in this situation. I, for one, am glad that we found you, and I know Leonard is as well. If Marcus and Rachel fail, then you and your crew are the last hope for all of us.”
     
    Krylov closed his eyes momentarily and nodded solemnly before pushing off the wall and continuing his walk. Nancy stayed next to him as they wound their way to the medical ward where Leonard was sleeping.
     
    “If you’ll excuse me, Ms. Sims, I need to tend to my duties. Please don’t hesitate to call for someone if you or Mr. McComb need anything.”
     
     

 
    Rachel Walsh | Marcus Warden | David Landry
    2:18 PM, April 23, 2038
     
    Three strong individuals with experience, determination and a healthy dose of gumption could easily have replaced thirty feet of railroad track in far less than a day. Three inexperienced, injured and exhausted individuals struggling against all odds, though,   took quite a lot longer. After consuming a healthy dose of painkillers that did little to diminish their discomfort, Marcus, Rachel and David set to work, committing to the only course of action open to them. The first few hours of the repair started with an argument between Rachel and David that lasted well into the afternoon. As Marcus slowly pushed load after load of gravel from the boxcars to the crater in a wheelbarrow he had found in a pile of other tools, he listened to Rachel trying to convince David that repairing the track was their only shot at getting out of their current predicament. David argued ferociously, citing their injuries, their lack of knowledge on the subject and listing off as many different reasons why it wouldn’t work as he could think of.
     
    Each argument was shot down by Rachel until, finally, Marcus ended the whole conversation by sticking his head in the doorway of the locomotive and whistling loudly.
     
    “Hey, assholes. I got the hole filled in. Do you two want to come help, or would you rather dick around some more while I finish it all up myself?”
     
    Initially, David wore an angered expression, at least until he glanced past Marcus to see a pile of gravel filling the shallow crater where Mr. Doe had destroyed the track. This combined with the fact that Marcus’s arm was still in a sling broke David’s resistance and his anger fell, replaced with equal parts shame and acceptance. For her part, Rachel was apologetic, having completely lost track of time as she had argued nonstop with David. Marcus waved them away, rolling his eyes as he slowly pushed a final load of gravel to its destination. Rachel and David joined him and, together, the three evaluated Marcus’s work in the light of the electrical storm