The train blasted across the dried out sea, sending swirling dust clouds out behind it, around the train, the sun baked the ground and killed anything that live, for once Jingo was happy that the coolest ports were open to the cockpit, otherwise his unconscious body would have been roasted already. The Wessex was taking a leisurely run a few hundred yard ahead of the train, keeping the peace between them just about the same, it was an uneventful mission thus far and he was happy for it, he'd rather not be attacked out there in the open. 

It was a pleasant surprise to hear the captain's voice, a fellow brit he thought to himself, though he himself was Scottish and not English, either way he enjoyed the company of people with accents, the fact boring accents of some of his comrades drove him up the wall. As he jogged along the flat, salty plains, his antenna high in the air being blown back by the breeze, his sensors picked up an unidentified audio signature. Scanning the horizon, he zoomed in and out with his powerful camera until he spotted the source, a fairly large NC, stalking around at the edge of his sensor range, the fact he couldn't I denitrify it from the sounds he could pick up unnerved him, it meant this was a new NC, one that the database had never encountered and that was dangerous.

Jingo pulled up his coms panel and radioed Percy, "Oi mate, I think we have ourselves a hostile on the horizon, relaying coordinates now, I'm moving in for a closer look." He veered left and away from the train, capping pace with the dissent NC and taking high quality Images to add to the database, from how it looked, it was built for the same purposes as The Wessex, but this one was newer.