We’ve seen some crazy stuff since we fled from the Magesterium in New York and started our trek to the west coast: cannibal mages, rampaging mutants, an angel, and a forest nymph. But nothing is as crazy as a functioning steam engine locomotive. A bunch of businessmen are flauting the Mage’s rules on banned technology in search of profits, and the local mages are paid to turn a blind eye, but I know the power of the Magesterium. This city is a powder keg, and it's gonna blow. I don’t want to be here when that happens, but if it does, me and my friends have a lotta guns, and we aren’t afraid to use them.