Bursts liked by Anthony Blackshaw.

Sirens blared. Cars whipped by as blurs. Out here on the causeway, civilians were all too eager to make way for the police. Aiden ignored them all, the knuckles of his fists bulging and white.

Suddenly, the radio crackled into life. “This is Unit Four-One-Nine, we have spotted the vans. I count three. I say again, there...

Steam and Smoke

The rails sang in sympathy as the train slowed down. Steam wafted over the station, droplets began to form as the steam met the cold brass on the leather caps of the waiting officers. Tugging his cap low, Ethan watched as the steam dispersed.

The locomotive could not be called pretty or...