Two trains race like black projectiles parallel through the desert. You are watching each other. And they spit fire. On the larger train a mercenary force has entrenched the dozen pack with snipers, heavy weapons and missile launchers. On the smaller train try four fighters in rickety wagons to survive first. Actually, they want to hijack the transport of weapons, but that seems impossible in the cross fire of the enemy. It crackles and explodes every second. I can breathe for a second.