SPRINGFIELD // USA
Iris could not stop two trains from colliding with one another. It was a scientific impossibility, there was no way that raw speed could help that situation. She considered for a moment, though it was actually much less than that, trying to dismantle them in the same way as she had taken the wheels of the vans of the
Condiment King. That would still leave the problem of their velocity, and she very much doubted that she'd be able to figure out how to dismantle them in time.
Realistically that left her with
one possible way to save lives. Cursing the gods of fate for not striking her with radioactive protein powder or however the 'Superman' got his abilities she sped first towards the freight train, climbing up and in she grabbed the driver and twisted. Tossing him out the open door, followed shortly by his... co-driver? Whatever the other persons title was. Climbing back out she took the driver to the end of the block, returning for the co-engineer.
Now was the bigger job, the passenger train.
Praying to all things holy that it
wasn't Springfields version of rush hour she went at it again.
Into a carriage, tossing everyone out the open door (that she had to force open, she didn't have the seconds to waste waiting for them to open) and then once the carriage was empty she grabbed them out the air and piled them at the end of the block. Probably not very delicately, but bruises were better than death.
Starting at the front of the train she worked her way back, the adrenaline pushing her on. Everytime she went out to move people Iris noticed how much closer the freight train was. By the time she got to the back of the train the two had made contact. Jumping out the back door with the last passenger she deposited him with the others and then collapsed, watching as the onlookers screamed. The two trains smashing into eachother.
The Passenger train buckled first, kicked off the track its lower speed kept it from going too far whereas the freight train continued on for several hundred meters, she watched it carefully and with baited breath. Her limbs aching, and tired, but primed and ready to move if it got too close to anyone. Thankfully, it didn't.
Crisis averted.
Then her phone rang.
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