BigSaltyDog

  All Aboard the Fastest Spanish Train Chapter 4 – Rooftop Tango & Axe Trouble The AVE’s aerodynamic nose cut through the wind like a sword through silk. On the roof, the air was a wall of force, the sun blazing off the silver surface. Sarah gripped the narrow walkway, every step a gamble against the roaring gale. Below her feet, 312 km/h of pure speed thundered toward Barcelona. Inside, Sgt. Salty was busy making friends the hard way. Woodie Wood swung first — a wide, brutal arc of his axe that embedded itself in the luggage rack with a metallic scream. Passengers shrieked and dove for cover. Salty ducked, drove a shoulder into Woodie’s gut, and shoved him against the window. “Tell Ron to hit the brakes,” Salty growled. Woodie grinned, blood at the corner of his mouth. “You’ll have to ask him yourself, mate… in hell.” The axe came free, slicing the air — but Salty caught Woodie’s wrist, twisting until the weapon clattered to the floor. The two men crashed into a row of s...