Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-4946188-20170804030922/@comment-4946188-20170805065507

Freight 4920 arounded the bend, the rear of the now slowing runaway in view, the only man on the caboose began shoutinf and waving his arms

"No!"

Warnings flashed on the screens at Denver Control

"Collision Imminent."

"What in the hell is that freight doing? Freight 4920, back off, i repeat."