Transcontinental!

"All aboard!" as the sound of the train prepares for the first trip ever! The First train to ever cross three continents and a major body of water. This uncharted journey, scheduled from the bay of San Francisco to the Heart of Brazil is scheduled to make a quick trip to London before it's final destination. This train was like no other train. Fully powered by solar energy and navigation system controlled by three satellites. The crew of seventy men, managed this 90-car luxury train that required no tracks for movement, however The Transcellerator is fully capable of attaching to any rail system when close to a nearby destination. With capabilities of hovering over any land and water, there was no mission impossible or no destination unobtainable for The Transcellerator.

"Oh boy!" the conductor yelled at the lost passenger, "Are you lost? This area is for crew only. Let's get you back to your seat!" The young boy looked with amazed eyes fixated on the control panel as the lights gave a stellar display with a multiple sequence of flashing. The conductor placed his hand comfortably around the young man's shoulders and said, " This train can top out at speeds greater than 600mph while detached from tracks and about 300mph on tracks!" The young man still looked in awe as he gave look to the fancy layout and modern designs the Transcellerator had to offer.

As the crew started to check for passengers before take off, the manifest was one person too many and some concern started to surface. The 2nd Mate told the Cabin Manager to not to worry, and the manifest should update at the first stop in New York. As the train departed the San Francisco bay, many cheered and celebrated as they watched love ones embark on a journey never before taken. With a cargo of 750 passengers of all types of political socials and high-end suburbanites, this was a trip waiting for history to write.

As the train took smooth transition to the desert plains, the landscape was as advertised as passengers gazed in awe while taking advantage of the view with Transcellerator's panoramic view windows and the trains ability to hover the surface and hug the hills of the beautiful desert territory. The view was something to die for! However, it was time for the first dinner by request from the conductor's invite, which required the dressing of only the finest clothing. Music to soften the mood as the train slowed to "diner cruise" mood and the lighting slightly dimmed. As the train took its 4-hour tour of the desert scape, at the brink of dinner, came an unexpected noise. Transcellerator skipped a beat in power for about 8 seconds.

The entire dinner room was in a slight panic. Right at the time everyone was at the submission of sanity, a young man burst into the dinner room in a hasty panic as if he had the slightest clue of his whereabouts. Train security quickly grabbed the young man and quickly took him to secured quarters. Passengers did not know what to expect next. The band started to play with another effort to settle the hostile and confused dinner guest. Meanwhile back in the secured room, the head of security begins to question the young man.

"Where am I!" cried the young man. "I'll ask the questions young man!" as the head of security gave a cold response to the clueless and helpless boy. As the train approaches the first transitional city, radio message by way of the chief of the train, "We've seem to lost control of the train, Sir". "what do you mean, lost control of the train? That's impossible, we are guided by the latest satellite technology!" The head of security rushed out the room because the first thought came to his mind was safety of the crew and passengers. As he was running out, one of the other guards shouted, "What do we with him?" "Keep him in here and continue questioning!"

The protocol has set rules in place when passing a city, the train should not exceed 120 MPH, but as Trancellerator approaches the skyline of St Louis, the train is gaining speeds greater than 240 MPH and increasing by the minute. The head of security arrives to the control tower of the train and gives the head conductor a stern and concerned look. "Jim, what are we going to do? This train cannot approach the heart of Missouri traveling at such speeds!"

"Ryan, please calm down, you are the head of security! People look to you for individuals with your responsibilities to be collected and secure about situations like this!" The conductor calmly stated as he leaned back in his chair as if there was no care in the world. Transcellerator starts to peak speeds of 350 MPH and the passengers are starting to notice the blurry city lights and concerns started to grow!

Back at the security office, the other officers try to figure out where this young man came from no where as he himself had no clue as to how he got aboard a train that is scheduled to travel half way around the world. With the current rate of speed, this trip could be over sooner than everyone expected. "What's you name young man and how did you get here?" asked the officer. " I can't remember how I got here. I just woke up when I heard a loud disturbing noise. The last thing I can clearly recall were bags and luggage of all sorts running down the belt, which loaded several trains." "Truly you are the answer to our manifest, but did anyone ask for your ticket? Do you have parents aboard this train?" as the officer continued to ask questions. The officer began to soften his tone, because his concern grew for a young man who is now lost, instead of someone trying to get a free ride to London or Brazil. "My name is Officer Johnson, I'm second in charge of security here, and we are going to find out where you came from young man! Would you like something to drink?" As Officer Johnson asked the comforting question to the young boy, Trancellerator boosted into a very noticeable shift in speed and top a speed of 500 MPH and started to elevate. "What's happening!" the young man franticly asked as the train reached altitudes the matched the New York city skyline!

At this point, the entire train is at a full out panic and even the rising of a new sun across the Atlantic Ocean could not even calm the mood as people start worry and fear. The conductor picks up the phone. "Who are you calling?" the second mate ask. "Madison Dobbins, she's Secretary of Emergency Response, and she has the correct procedures to put Transcellerator back on track! If she can't help us, then we are as good as dead!" As the conductor gave a sad look.

"Jim, what have you done with my train?" as Madison answers the phone. "It's all over the news! Transcellrator missed it's first scheduled stop for New York City! All of Manhattan is going crazy!" As Madison gave a sigh, " I'm calling my brother, he will scramble two jets to escort you in the Atlantic. His carrier, The USS Pontiac should be patrolling the area. That will buy us some time and hopefully calm the crew and passengers down until we figure out a plan to slow this thing down before it reaches London.

"Young man, where are you going?" ask Officer Johnson. "This is going out of control, and I have to find out who I am before we all die. The boy runs out of the security room. Hoping to find a face of familiarity to push start his memory and give him clues as to how he got aboard this run away train. "Madison, what are we going to do? asked Jim, the train conductor. "I'm getting my brother on the line, he is the lead designer of Trancellerator and he knows the specs like the back of his hand. If Matthew can't figure out what to do, we might have to shoot her down!" Jim gave a long and concerned pause in his gesture and said, "Ms. Dobbins, I strongly consider you use that as your last method and do what ever you can to slow this train down. Please conference me in when you call HazMat Technologies, I would like to be a part of this call. We have a lot of lives on the line"

"Jim and Madison, now how in the world you two manage to mess my train up?" they could hear Matthew shaking his head over the phone and feel his disappointment. "I'm doing a system check and it appears that one of the core links are off line and we have to tap into the satellite feed before she reaches the north of the Bermuda Triangle. Once she gets there, all communication could be lost and we will loose her and cannot pick up broadcast until they reach other side of the North Atlantic." "Well, what are you waiting for, dummy?" as Madison ask and couples her question with a smart remark, "Wait until I tell daddy about this one!" "Can you kids calm down and get my train back working again?" as Jim stress slightly with some mild anger. Matthew replies, "I wish it was that easy! Our lead tech came up missing and he was in charge of the satellite link core and I sent him to San Francisco to check specification before departure of Trancellerator, but I haven't heard from him."

The young man is continuing to search the train, looking for clues and signs for anything to point him in the direction of a memory that can validate why he was on this train without a ticket. Nothing in his pockets and no trace of why he was there until he crossed one passenger. Then a lady shouted out and said, "Aren't you part of HazMat Technologies?" The boy gave a confused look and said "I really don't know." "Why yes, it was you on CNN last month and you were talking about the communication links and how this train operates!" Officer Johnson quickly grabbed the young man and started running to the conductor of the train. The lady yelled, "His name is Korbin and he's very smart!"

Finally, Officer Johnson and Korbin made it to the front of the train and burst into the control room and interrupted the conference call. "Boss, I have someone you need to meet!" The head of security said, "Take this young boy away, we are in the middle of a serious situation here!" Officer Johnson said, "No, this is Korbin with HazMat Tech and he knows how to stop this train!" Then Madison cries out and says "Boy, if you don't get back to work and stop fooling around, I'm going upside your head!" Then that very moment, Korbin regained his memory and came into the last thing he remembered. "That's it!" Korbin shouted! "The last thing I remembered was I was checking the links with the core and the satellite near the passenger cargo area. Then this guy got hit by a forklift and luggage started flying everywhere! I thought I was in the clear when I saw the last piece of luggage hit the ground. I then turned around and continued my diagnostic test and went completely blank." The conductor ran the video near the cargo are just before train departure, and there it was. The answer to the mystery passenger. It appeared that one of the crew members saw Korbin on the ground barely awake out near the bags, helped him on board and sat him down on the nearest seat of the train. Korbin then passed out and no one asked him for his ticket. Korbin with an embarrassed look on his face said "Well its a good thing I'm hear now!"

Matthew interrupted Korbin's homecoming moment and said "You have to relink the core to the satellite and slow this train down. "No Problem boss! I got it handle and I am here to save the day!" Korbin approaches the control panel board and starts the process of relinking the core to the satellite. Transcellerator starts to slow down and drops in altitude. The F-18 starts to pull back as Admiral Dobbins gave command to retreat and return back to the USS Pontiac and brief him with a report. Madison says, "Now I can go shopping, I almost missed a good sale! Next time if it has anything to do with these two knuckleheads, call the President!"

The conductor looked at Korbin and said "Job well done my son! Will you be joining us on the remainder of the trip to Brazil?" Korbin said, "Why not, you can put the bill on my boss's tab!" Matthew started to scream, but Korbin hung the phone up. Korbin looked at Jim and said " I never been to Brazil. Its time to explore all the finer spots and hotels. What a great start to do this in London! First round is on me, well not really because Matthew has the tab!" The conductor, and security crew and Korbin walks off in laughter. Transcellerator came to a final rest, and the first leg of the trip was done. The conductor looked back and said, "Hey, wasn't the train's color white when we left San Francisco?" Korbin explain, "She changes colors when the temperature changes!"

Meanwhile, the phone is constantly ringing with Matthew, CEO of HazMat Tech trying to get through to the control tower warning Korbin to come home for the next assignment. He tries to call and text Korbin, but receives nothing but a busy signal.