In the 80's, a rogue Stasi agent known only as 'Totenmaske', began aiding Eastern Bloc defectors over to West Berlin, at the same time the Italian Mafia get their paws on a hot former Soviet radiation device that could spell doom to much of Europe and only those in the Novosibirsk Oblast seem to know it's secret. In the modern day, three American furs; Terence Ohio, 'Polecat' and 'Bomber' wind up getting involved with all these elements when they board the mysterious 'Express To The Sun' and get caught up in a huge furry web on intrigue as they soon discover what dangers are also onboard this train, which could spell disaster.

'TERENCE OHIO & THE EXPRESS TO THE SUN'

CHECKPOINT CHARLIE - BERLIN WALL - OCTOBER 1984
American and Soviet/East German tanks lie opposite each other, ready to attack, due to mounting political tensions between the world's superpower govenments. A couple of Stasi European wolfs were closely watching their checkpost, when all of a sudden a family of four foxes, a father, mother and two children then attempted to make a break across the bridge, over to West Berlin.
"Stoppen Sie gleich dort"! (Stop right there!), cried the Stasi, as they armed their shotguns, ready to strike the family down if they didn't obey.
But the family just keapt running. The Stasi were just about to shoot them, when a clocked figure, wearing a plane white canine mask, with red teardrops emitting from underneath the eyes, leaped down from the checkpoint roof, drew out a dagger and stabbed the Stasi agents in their stomachs. The foxes kept running, until they were greeted by the American forces on the other side, consisting of American Badgers.
"Don't worry folks, you'll be safe here"!, said one of the guards.
"Danke, danke". (Thank you, thank you.)., panted the father fox, as they were all escorted to safety.
"Pech! Sie sind jetzt unser!" (Hard Luck! They're ours now!), cried another of the American guards.
But the Stasi officers were too busy being in pain, as more showed up to back them up and began fireing their riffles at the clocked figure who saved the foxes, ignoring the American soldiers.
"Hey do you think that was that Totenmaske guy they keep refering to"?, asked one of the American soldiers to his partner.
"Must be? That guy must have a death wish if he wants to take on the Stasi by his lonesome"., the other replied.
The mysterious cloaked figure managed to dodge the pursuing Stasi officers by hiding amongst some bins in an ally, before dissapearing into the darkness from once he came from, white mask and all.

BOLOGNA - ITALY - OCTOBER 1984
At the very same time, a storage facility was attacked on the outskirts of the city. A gang of wolves and weasels were attacking a facility, guarded by bears and overpowering them with their armaments, until finally they gained entry into the facility and saw a large iron device with cyrillic writing on it that translates to "DANGER - HANDLE WITH CARE!" written on it.
"Montepremi ragazzi!" (Jackpot Boys!), says one of the weasels.

NOVOSIBIRSK - RUSSIA - MODERN DAY
Inside the administrative building in the city of Novosibirsk in south-western Siberia, in the middle of Russia, several ferrets were having a conference in their native language. (but it's all translated here into English).
"I can't believe that only 30 years has passed since 'Project Express Sun' has been taken from us and how many roubles we had to pay the Pappalardo family to get it back"., said one of them.
"Do not worry. It will soon be returned to Mother Russia, but the least said about it, the better. We were lucky that the Italian authorities, nor anybody else, knows about this. I suppose like before, it will be transported via train"?, asked another.
"Yes, it will be. Ironically enough, the train's name is 'Express To The Sun'. That should at least cover the devices' trail"., answered another.
"But will the Pappalardo's oblidge to our demands"?, asked another.
The same one who answered the last question, spoke again. "Yes, we have sent a former KGB agent to ensure it's safe return".

FOREST OF FONTAINEBLEAU - FRANCE
A small forest fire was burning in the centre of the forest, that is until a small biplane passed over it, turned upside down and drowned the flames by dropping water bombs unto the forest below.
"YAHOO"!, cried the pilot and co-pilot together.
The pilot was a female beaver wearing a bomber jacket and flight cap with goggles, the co-pilot behind her was a raccoon, wearing a fedora, jacket and shorts.
"That did it. The fire's all gone now"!, cried the raccoon.
"Sure has. Hang on, I'm bringing us in for a landing"!, cried the beaver.
She landed the small yellow biplane, near the site of where the fire had started, to check to see if the fire had been extinguished.
The beaver removed her goggles.
"Well Terry, that seems to be that"., she said.
"Yep. Good thing we were in the area at the time B. I'd hate to see this spread to villages nearby"., replied Terence, the full name of the raccoon, the beaver addressed.
"So, what was the real reason that you wanted to see me"?, asked Aileen, the real name of the beaver, though she dosen't mind being called "Bomber" or "B" as her nicknames.
"Huh"?, exclaimed Terence.
"I knew you came by to see me for something else. This wildire was just a coincidence"., she continued.
"Well...Yeah OK there is something. Both you and I really get along together and I can't begin to count the amount of times you saved my tail, so I wanted to invite you to come with me on a break"., Terence said, blushing and as he done so, he produces a trio of tickets out of his coat.
"WOW"!, she exclaimed.
"Yeah, it's for the Express to the Sun. It leaves from Gare de Lyon station tomorrow and I thought you would like to come"?, he asked, removing his hat and scraching the back of his head.
"Oh Terry, of course I'll come, but what's with the third ticket"?, she asked.
"Well...Herb also wanted to come along"., he answered.
"Herb...Oh you mean 'Polecat', I love that guy. You two make a great team together"., smiled Bomber.
"Yeah, well he has helped me out in the past too. Plus we like to stick together to watch our backs. You know how some furs feel about raccoons and skunks. But that didn't stop us from being pals, even when we were cubs"., added Terence.
"I'll guess we'll be meeting him at the station tomorrow then? And..well do you think he'll bring his gun"?, asked Bomber.
"Knowing Polecat, he'll find some way of taking at least one with him. But I know he won't use it, unless he has too"., Terence then stopped himself and smelt the air, then looked down towards the wheels of the biplane. "We better get your plane cleaned up a bit once we get back to the air field. Your wheels seem to have picked up what a cow has left behind".
Bomber then smelt the air herself. "Oh yeah. for sure. Must have been a stray that got away from a farming field or something"?
The two friends then laughed.

GARE DE LYON STATION - PARIS, FRANCE - THE NEXT DAY
Terence and Bomber both with their luggage in tow, travelled along one of the station platforms towards the "Express To The Sun". The two admired the old steam locomotive from where they stood. 
"Look at that B and to think that she's still going after all these years"., said Terence.
"She looks great, but why is the train called the "Express to the Sun" anyway"?, asked Bomber.
Just then, a skunk wearing old western attire approached them. Wearing boots with heel spurs on them, blue jeans, a white and blue checkered shirt, a red neckercheif and of course a hat.
"Well that's 'cause it be headin' east. Where the sun rises and it makes few stops till it gets to it's destination. Some Russian place called Vlady somethin' like that"., he said, answerng Bomber's question. (The place name he was trying to say was Vladivostok).
"POLECAT"!, cried Bomber, as she gave him a huge hug.
"BOMBER...Hey, still crashing planes huh"?, joked the skunk, which made Bomber kick him softly in the rear end for that remark.
"Tel..How are ya"?, he asked, offering a paw shake to Terence.
"Well I don't know? I might still be sore about the Halapaloosa incident"., he smiled.
"Now you know full well, you saved me and I saved you a few times too"., Polecat replied, waving a finger in front of Terence.
The two chuckled and then shared a hug.
"C'mon, Bomber, get in on this too"., said Polecat and soon she joined in with the hug.
The three friends then admired the train.
"Ain't she a beaut"?, asked Polecat.
"She sure is"., added Terence.
"All aboard"!, cried a mouse guard from one of the carridges.
"Oh wow, the staff speak English, that's good to know"., said Bomber.
"Thank goodness. I don't mind French, but darn it, it ain't my native tongue. I was going crazy since I keapt asking "Who is the gare"? all the time"., added Polecat.
"Well no wonder, it's not pronounced like that at all"., chuckled Terence.
"You better not be making fun of my limited language skills there or else I'll be forced to find your whip and use it on your own hide sir"., joked Polecat.
The mouse guard helped with their luggage before boarding. Though Bomber got a little wedged in the carridge door, but with a playfull, yet helpfull shove by Terence and Polecat, she was aboard.
"Thank you fellas"., she said.
The two blushed slightly as they boarded the train themselves.
"Well we better find our cabin"?, suggested Terence and off the three friends left to find where they'll be staying.
Not long after they boarded, the mouse guard spotted a black cloaked figure, jump on board the carridge.
"Erm, Monsieur, do you have a ticket"?, asked the guard, but then the cloaked figure struck the mouse on the neck.
The cloaked figure then dragged him away toward a corner.
"I'm zo sorry. But I must board zis train. Your life may depend upon it"., he said softly into the left ear of the mouse, before dashing off.

Meanwhile at the rear of the train, a large metal carridge was being attached to it. Overseen by a polar bear, wearing a suit and shades and beside him was a weasel, wearing a flat cap and stripped shirt.
"Remember agreement. This goes to Novosibirsk, no matter what? Or else"!, he said.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You'll get your nuke"., replied the weasel.
"It's not nuke, it's power source"!, correected the bear.
"Pardon me, but it's still the same to me"., added the weasel.
"Nuke is not weapon. This is to help people"., said the bear.
"Try telling that to the poor shmoes over at Chernobyl"., replied the weasel.
The bear took the comment personally, grabbed the weasel and thrusted him onto the metal carridge by his throat.
"That was disaster! It won't happen again"!, he cried.
Just then the gang of weasels attaching the carridge, pulled out their hand guns, ready to fire.
"It's OK boys, ol' "Smirnoff" here and I just had a missunderstanding that's all"., he smiled, giving a crude nickname to him.
The bear sighed and let go of the weasel's throat.
"There now, we're all on the same side here. You get your nuke, we get our money, it's that simple, that's the world of buisness my friend. It's a very powerful one too"., the weasel's smile now turns more wickid at the thought of the money they would make.

Soon after, the "Express to the Sun", began it's journey across Europe. It took a little longer to start, what with the train pulling the extra weight, but they were soon off and running.
The train was making it's way through the outskirts of Paris, when the three friends found their very smart looking cabin.
"WOW, this looks realy old"!, exclaimed Bomber.
"Yep. This carridge was built in 1868 and she still is going on strong today"., added Polecat.
"You're just a living breathing cliché of things to do with the Old West, even the railways, despite this being made in Europe"., joked Terence.
"Watch it Terry, I don't mind being a cliché. I'm a proud Oklahoman and don't you forget it"!, retorted Polecat, with a smile.
Bomber managed to squeeze her way into the cabin, as did Polecat and Terence, but soon they all got used to their surroundings.
"Wow even after all these years, these seats are still comfy"., smiled Terence, after sitting down on one of the seats.
Bomber and Polecat sat on the seat opposite him and they too were quite pleased with the feel of their seats.
"It may not be American, but they sure knew what they were doing when they made these"., smiled Polecat.
"I could plant my butt here forever. Even the wall behind isn't too hard against my flat tail"., added Bomber.
"I can't explain it, but I feel like a kid again, being in something like this. It's really cozy"., said Terence.
"The view's nice too"., Bomber added, as she looked outside.
But the three friends soon heard a commotion from outside, as several furs rushed past their cabin door.
"What's going on out there"?, pondered Polecat.
The three friends opened their door and left one at a time. They squeezed past other furs who were looking at a vixen, wearing a black buisness suit who was tending to the mouse train guard who got knocked out by the cloaked figure.
"Not to worry, he'll be all right. Only stunned"., she said.
Questions of "What happend here"? and "Will he be OK"?, in various languages soon spread through the carridge. The three friends then huddled together.
"I think he may have been knocked out by something"?, suggested Bomber.
"Or by someone"?, pondered Terence, putting his paw against his chin.
"I just hope this ain't gonna be like one of those Tabitha Christine murder mystery novels"?, added Polecat.
"I didn't know you read Tabitha Christine novels"?, asked Bomber.
"I gotta read somethin' while ridin' through the desert"., replied Polecat.
The vixen helped the guard to his hind paws, but then her eye caught sight of a dark cloaked figure who was behind all the preplexed furs in the carridge corridor, before the figure quickly dashed off. Her expression soon changed to that of someone who had just seen a ghost.
"No...It couldn't be 'him'...Could it"?, she asked herself.

Later that night as the train was going through the Alps, the mouse guard was walking along the corridor to one of the carridges and soon came across one of the cabins covered in smoke. There was also a lot of laughter coming from inside it. The gaurd slide the door open and was greeted by a cloud of smoke. Inside he saw a group of weasels and marmots, all smoking cigars and laughing at each other's jokes.
"Erm, excues me. Sorry but erm...You can laugh sure, as long az it's not too loud, but I'm afraid zere is no smoking onboard the train, zo...Do you mind"?, asked the guard, with a sheepish smile on his face.
All the weasels and marmots then turned to him and frowned, their laughter stopped and they soon surrounded the poor mouse, their expressions soon changed to those with wicked smiles on them.
"Or...You can continue.."., the guard said with a sheepish smile.
The wicked smiles soon vanished from their faces and replaced with content ones. Then one of the weasels punched the guard in the stomach, before the group of six went back inside their carridge and continue with their rowdy behaviour. The poor mouse guard, held his stomach as he walked away from the scene. Not long after that though, the mysterious cloaked figure, wearing his mask, shows up at the cabin and knocks firmly and hard upon it. The group were annoyed once again, thinking it was the mouse guard again. They opened their door, only to be greeted by the mystery fur.
"Guten Tag"! ("Hello"!), said the figure, before revealing a dagger in his cloak.
He rushed into the room and only slight sounds of 'oofs' and 'aahs' could be heard. After a few moments, the figure left the cabin saying "Auf Wiedersehen" ("Farewell"), leaving the cabin full of dead bodies.
A little later and a slightly tired Bomber left her cabin and was soon followed by Terence.
"Hey, don't you enjoy our company anymore"?, he joked.
"No, I'm just....Going to the bathroom"., yawned Bomber.
"Well allow me to be a gentlefur and escort you there then. Not to worry, I respect your privacy"., Terence joked again.
Bomber smiled at him, and he just smiled cheekily back at her. But then they came across the former smoke filled cabin and the dead bodies. Poor Bomber jumped back as fear entered her eyes. Terence was at first confused by her sudden reaction, but then turned around and saw the dreadful sight, causing him to jump back also.
"Wha....What happend"?!, exclaimed Bomber, almost being unable to get her words out.
Terence snapped himself out of it and cried for help.
"HELP! WE NEED MEDICAL HELP! QUICKLY"!, he cried.
Just then, the vixen from before, still in her black suit showed up.
"I'm a doctor, what's going on"?, she asked.
"In there....But I don't think there's anything you can do for them now"?, Terence said, pointing a paw at the open cabin door.
The vixen was shocked at first, but then examined one of the bodies and came to the same conclusion on the others.
"Well...Are they"?, asked Terence.
"Dead"., nodded the Vixen.
"Who would do such a thing"?, pondered Bomber.
Just then Polecat came running down the corridor.
"Hey I heard yellin', what's going..."?, he paused himself when he too saw the cabin of dead bodies and he too jumped back in shock.
"What happend"?, Polecat asked, after regaining his senses.
"We don't know. I was just escorting B here to the bathroom and then we just stumpled upon this"., answered Terence.
"So...It looks like we have a plumb loco murderer on this iron horse"., announced Polecat, using old west terms.
"It looks that way"., added the vixen.
"Oh it's you. You helped the train guard earlier. Who are ya, if yer don't mind me askin' ya"?, asked Polecat.
"I'm Dr. Freya Neumann. I just graduated from the School of Health Sciences in London and I specialise in these kinds of deaths"., replied Dr. Neumann.
"Oh and those are"?, pondered Terence.
"The kind that uses sharp objects like swords or daggers for the deed. I have a feeling that these weasels and marmots were up to no good somehow and that's what prompted their deaths..Hey where is she going"?, asked Dr. Neumann, as she saw Bomber rush off.
"She needed to use the bathroom and after seeing all of this, I don't blame her"., said Terence, taking off his hat and placing it on his chest as a mark of respect to the dead, with Polecat soon to do the same.
"We better call for an emergency assembly of everyone onboard this train. Who knows what will happen next"?, suggested Dr. Neumann.

Soon after the incident, everyone was gathered at the dining car, many were still in shock over what has just transpired onboard the train, with many whispering over who could have done the deed and why? Terence helped to maintain order in the car.
"OK, everybody, if you would all just settle down, Dr. Neumann will explian what has happened"., Terence called out to the entire car.
While many settled down, there was a koala in a buisness suit who wasn't too impressed by all this.
"Look who made you the boss around here huh"?, he asked.
"Well nobody but.."., started Terence, before being interupted.
"Exactily. We should all wait till somebody in charge tells us what's going on and what will be done about it"?, suggested the koala.
Just then Bomber and Polecat entered the car.
"Did you find the driver"?, asked Terence.
"We couldn't get to the front, not unless we have to climb over a huge coal car that's seperatin' us from them"., replied Polecat.
"That could be risky, especially if we go into any tunnels"., added Bomber.
"That's right, this is a very old train and still uses coal, well I guess the driver can't be told until the train stops...By the way when and where does this train have it's first stop"?, asked Terence out loud.
Everybody in the car all looked puzzled as nobody seemed to know when the first scheduled stop will be. But then the polar bear who was with the weasels from earlier stood up.
"Perhaps this is non stop train, till we reach Vladivostok"?, he suggested.
"But that can't be right? The driver and fireman for this train needs to rest up at some point or to switch staff somewhere? They can only do some much. They're only furs like us after all. Besides, they'll probably need to use the dunny at some point too"., said a female kangaroo, wearing a checkered shirt and neckercheif herself and wearing a hat, who catches the eye of Polecat streight away.
"Yeah, that be right Miss erm..."?, he asked.
"Emily, Emily Walker. I'm taking a trip round the world, it beats farming in the bush. But I'm here watching over Mr. Carter over there and you are"?, asked Emily, after pointing to the disgruntled koala.
"Herbert McAlister, Ma'am, but you cn call me Polecat, all my friends do"., answered Polecat, tipping his hat.
"Well that's all well and dandy that you found a new friend Emily, but what about this driver buisness"?, asked Mr. Carter.
"I might as well tell you all we know. In one of the carridges six individuals were murdered. They all had serious stab wounds inflicted upon them. Now whoever is responsible is on this train. I don't want to upset anyone too much, but it could be someone in this room"., explianed Dr. Neumann.
This caused most of the carridge to gasp in shock that someone amongst them could be a murderer.
"OK look, I've never killed anyone in my whole life and I'm not going to start now. So you can scratch my name off any list of suspects that you may have. Now if you excues me, I'm going back to my cabin to rest and hopefully we'll have no more of this murderer nonsense. I intend to be in Russia for a buisness meeting and nothing is going to delay that". With that Mr. Carter got up from his seat and headed towards the door.
"WAIT! We don't know where the killer will strike next? Any one of us could be his next target"?, exclaimed Bomber, causing the whole car to begin panicking.
"OK everybody, please do settle down"!, cried Terence, trying to maintain some order in the room.
In the confusion, Mr. Carter slipped away and headed back towards his cabin, but as he was about to open the door to his cabin, a weasel appeared and shoved him inside.
"HEY"!, cried Mr. Carter, before a gun was placed on his chin by the weasel. It was the same weasel who was with the polar bear.
"Do you know how my men got killed...Are you the murderer"?!, he asked.
"NO! Of course not! Streuth Marty, you nearly gave me a heart attack"., replied Mr. Carter, while making it clear that he knew who he was talking too.
"Sorry, but this is the only time that I managed to see you face to face without your girlfriend around"., said Marty.
"She isn't my girlfriend. She is just someone the company made me take with me as a travelling companion like I'm some time travelling Time Fur or something"?, corrected Mr. Carter, while referencing a popular worldwide sci-fi show.
"I see, but she dosen't suspect anything does she"?, asked Marty.
"No, no one does. No one knows that the train was hired out by me, nor my connection to you and I'm surprised that you would suspect me of bumping off your men?! This deal would open up the Russian market for us, why would I jeapodise that"?!, exclaimed Mr.  Carter.
"Perhaps your right. But if you hear anything let me know. I want this guy dealt with and soon"., said Marty.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'll be your well trained cockatoo and let you know if I hear anything"., Mr. Carter repied as Marty left the cabin.
The koala then sighed, sat down and picked up a book that he was reading, before the commotion started. But as he started to read, the door opened again.
"Look Marty, I told ya. I'll let you know if I see anything"., said Mr. Carter, still looking at his book.
"I'm sorry, but I am not Marty..But you're Emil Carter, who's company haz been acused of selling arms to third vorld nations und continuing their tormoil are you not"?, asked the individual in a German accent.
"I think you got the wrong bloke"., replied Mr. Carter.
"And who is financing zis transport to Russia, including ze neuclear device which could spell disaster for Europe ya"?
"Look just what are you..."., Carter's eyes widened as he saw the cloaked, masked figure, standing in front of him, holding a bloody dagger in his paw.
"OK, OK...What do you want? Name your price, you can have it. Just don't kill me...Please"?!, he exclaimed, backing away from the figure, but couldn't go much further due to the window. Though he tried desperately to open it, as a means of a getaway.
"You have done enough damage with your money"!, the figure snarled.
The koala's eyes widened. "NNNOOO"!
Just then the door to the cabin was flung open and there stood Emily with Polecat and he had guns.
"All right now! Don't do somethin' stupid now ya hear! Come away from him, nice and slow"!, he demanded.
But the fugure quickly turned the tables by grabbing onto Emil and holding the dagger to his throat.
"Now I'm in charge of ze situation ya"?, he asked.
Polecat still had his guns out, but lowered them slightly.
"I'll let him go for now, but only if you let me leave"?, asked the figure.
"Agreed"., sighed Polecat.
He and Emily stepped aside to let the figure out of the cabin, still holding Emil close with his dagger.
"Danke"., he said, before shoving Emil into Emily.
He quickly made a run for it, but then someone cried "TOTENMASKE"!
Polecat, Emily and Emil turned to see Dr. Neumann who was the one who cried out the name. The masked figure paused when he heard the word, but only for an instant before dissapearing again.
"Are you OK sir"?, asked Emily.
"Oh it was awful...I thought I was going to die"!, exclaimed Emil.
"It was lucky that Emily and I saw ya sneak away and folowed ya not too long after Terry calmed everybody down in the dining car. So Doc, you know that nutcase or something? What's a Two tonne somethin' or rather"?, asked Polecat, mangiling the German word that the Doctor said before.
"Well it's hard to explain. I think I know him, but only because...He saved my life once"., explainned Dr. Neumann.
"He did what"?!, exclaimed Emily.
"It's true. He saved me and my whole family, if it's the same person we're talking about"?, continuied Dr. Neumann.
"Because y'all better explain this back at the dining car and you're comin' with us Carter like it or not"?, ordered Polecat.
"Oh don't worry mate, after this, I don't wanna be left on me own"!, exclaimmed Emil.

Everyone returned to the dining car, where everybody was kindly treated to some sweet baked goods by the kitchen staff.  A chubby fox, wearing a stripped apron with a smiling pie on the front of it, brought Terence's group a nice hot apple pie, with the option of having custard as well.
"MMMM that there apple pie sure looks good. Thank you kindly"., said Polecat, tipping his hat to the fox.
"So who is this Totenmaske guy"?, asked Bomber to Dr. Neumann.
"Totenmaske; German for 'Death Mask', a term used by the Stasi of East Germany to describe a canine who appears from out of knowhere to take out their agents"., explainned Dr. Neumann.
"Sounds like you studied German history, as well as healthcare"., said Terence, helping himself to a slice of apple pie.
"Studied? I was there"., she added.
"What?! You were"?!, exclaimed Bomber.
"Yes. You see my family and I were East German deserters. My family managed to escape to West Berlin in 1984, though we were almost shot down by Stasi agents, when he appeared. The one they called "Totenmaske". He distracted the Stasi and even killed some of them, to give us a chance to escape to West Berlin, when we were greeted by American troops. A few months later, we were granted safe passage over to the United Kingdom, where I learnt English and began my education. I had always been fasinated though with what drove Totenmaske to such extremes. I also tried to paste together his history, but not much is known except for press reports on his attacks on Stasi agents, but after the fall of the Berlin Wall and the re-unification of Germany, he seemed to have dissapeared from the public eye, that is...Until now. I was hoping that I might see him again and now I've gotten my chance".
"Well if you do see him again Doctor, ask him why he's such a psychopath that he thinks he needs to kill me"?, added Emil.
"That reminds me, I think you better tell us all you know about this train Mr. Carter. I think you know more then what you're leading us to think you do"., said Terence.
"I'm just a passenger and so is my assistent Miss. Walker, that's all"., replied Emil.
"Sorry but I'm not buying that. There was a reason that Totenmaske tried to murder you and we deserve to know what it is...Unless you don't want us to help you"., frowned Terence.
After a few moments of exchanging hard stares to one another, Emil finally sighed.
"OK. I'm the one responsible for this train trip. It can actually go non stop to our destination. The train is fully automated and the tracks are pre-programmed using the latest computer technology to change when they need to"., explainning Emil.
"But this is an old steam locomotive? You need a driver and fireman to get this thing goin' in the first place"., added Polecat.
"Robots. There are a couple of robots, running on long life solar batteries that will keep them going till we reach our destination"., answered Emil.
"Well I'll be....So much for authenticity"., huffed Polecat, sounding not too impressed.
"So why is Totenmaske after you"?, asked Bomber.
"Although I have nothing to do with it, but my company sells arms to Third World nations. Though some are actually used by their local police, unfortunately shipments had been smuggled and the weapons are sold to drug cartells and other organised crime syndicates worldwide"., continued Emil.
"Excues me if I don't believe you Mr. Carter"., scoffed Emily.
"Please don't be like that. I honestly had nothing to do with it. Believe it or not, I don't like weapons! Never have"!, protested Emil.
"Well that's very conmendable, but that dosen't change the fact that you're working for furs who would gladly sell weapons for profit"., retorted Emily.
"Says the kangaroo who is working for me"., added Emil.
This caused Emily to stop in her tracks, as she knew that Emil had a point.
"Hey come on now you two, don't fight. It won't solve our problems"., said Terence.
The two of them nodded in agreement.
"There's also something else about this journey that I think you need to know about?"., continued Emil.
"Oh and that is"?, asked Polecat.
"Well you see.."., started Emil, but then everyone heard the sound of the large polar bear, getting up from his seat and puling out a small handgun.
"I think you've said enough Mr. Carter"., he said.
Everybody at the table put their paws into the air, except for Terence. After finishing a mouthfull of apple pie, he quickly pulled out his whip from his jacket and whipped the polar bear's arm. The shock and breif bit of pain made him drop the gun onto the velvet carpet below.
"I think I speak for everyone when I say that it's rude to pull out a gun while folks are eating, don't you think? Now what's your connection to all of this"?, demanded Terence.
A female French Poodle passenger then screamed out loud. Terence and company turned to see that they had been suddenly surrounded by weasels and marmots, all with guns pointing right at them. Then the poor mouse guard came into the room to see what the commotion was and had the unfortunate luck of being grabbed by one of the marmots and having a gun placed onto his chin.
"Now I think you had better cooperate with us..Da"?, asked the polar bear.
Terence sighed. He dropped his whip and put his paws into the air too.
"Sorry guys"., he said.
"Don't worry Terry. You weren't to know  about these other guys"., said Bomber.
"Now if you furries would follow us"?, suggested the bear.
The gun weilding gang urged the others to get up from the table and they all proceeded to leave the car.
"What about this guard"?, asked the weasel, who still had his gun to the throat of the guard.
"Bring him too"., said the polar bear.
So the weasel nudged the mouse guard forward with the others.
"I am so sorry for disturbing meal. You'll be safe as long as you don't interfere with last carridge"., warned the polar bear to the other passengers who weren't cauht up in the mess, before shutting the dining car door behind him.

The train was now going through the Eastern Alps in Austria as the polar bear and his weasel gang force their hostages towards the back of the train, completely unaware that the shadowy figure of Totenmaske was watching them from a distance, waiting for the right time to strike. The group were lead to the last carriage of the train. The large grey metallic one that had been added to the train back in Paris. One of the weasels, unlocked a door with a huge padlock on several weasels pulled back the heavy door to reveal something that put the furry captives in utter awe. Inside there was a huge generator radiating a green light all around it. Beside it was a large console, full of buttons, knobs and switches. There were also gauges that needles going up and down in various different measurements.
"This isn't what I think it is"?, asked Terence.
"It is nuclear reactor. Built in Soviet Yekaterinburg in 1967. After Chernobyl tragedy, this was suppose to provide power to Kiev Oblast, if the facility was salvageable, but it wasn't. However, the reactor was stolen in 1986 by Mafia members, who recently sold it back to Russia"., explained the polar bear.
"You weren't kidding about the age, this place is full of dust...ACHOO"!, sneezed Emil, as he swept away a bit of dust from the carriage wall.
"Let me guess, the original theft and the re-sale of this thing was done on the quiet"., added Polecat.
"Correct. Believe it or not Russia didn't want to alarm people that a reactor had been stolen. Russia feared the United States may capitalise on situation and turn whole world against us"., continued the polar bear.
"And you were in on this whole thing weren't you"?, Polecat asked Emil, not sounding too happy.
"I only knew that they were transporting cargo they got from the black market, I didn't bother to ask what it was. This is news to me too"., Emil said, defending himself.
"So I take it all of you are the Mafia then"?, asked Bomber.
As she said this, Marty, the leader of the Mafia group stepped forward.
"That's right my dear, we're here to ensure that Russia got it's nuke and we get our money. We being the Pappalardo family that is"., he said, with a sly smile.
"I've heard of you. You run criminal rackets in Chicago"., said Terence.
"I've heard of you too. You were selling information back in the 80's in regards to the Starsi, but then you would sell information to the Starsi too, if they paid you enough money to do so"., added Dr. Neumann.
"I'm glad to hear that our reputation has gotten around. As you probably guessed by how I speak, I've been sent by our American branch of the business to ensure this trip goes without a hitch. Unfortunately there has been a hitch". Marty then walked over to Emil. "I talked to Mr. Carter here and wondered if it was him or someone working for him was responsible for killing our men, but luckily for him, he wasn't. But someone has been killing our men and I like to know who it is"?
Marty pulled out a gun and put it onto Emily's forehead, causing her to gasp out loud.
"NO"!, cried Polecat, before being held back by at least four weasels.
"Now, now. Let's not get too excited. I'll let her go, but after I hear want I want to know and it better be what I want to hear. Now then, does anyone here know what happened to our men? Speak up, or she'll be another corpse on the body pile"!, demanded Marty, adjusting his gun.
"Hey, hey, hey. We can settle this without all of us being trigger happy. We can discuss this as normal adult furs here. Let's just all settle down and.."., began Terence.
"You better settle down yourself bandit face, or I might decide to fill your brain full of lead first"!, interrupted Marty, who then changed his target from Emily's head to his. He then continued "Now who killed my men"?!
"Well nobody here did, it was that Totenmaske bloke. He could have killed me, but only I was saved at the last minute. Ask the skunk, he saw him"?!, exclaimed Emil.
"Yeah that's true. It must have been him. The doctor said that the wounds on your men match with the weapon he likes to use. None of us are to blame"!, added Polecat.
"Please don't shoot Terry. He had nothing to do with those deaths. He would never take another furs life honest"?, pleaded Bomber.
"Maybe...But then maybe one of you were in disguise, trying to throw off suspicion from yourselves? But it doesn't matter, I'll learn what happened soon enough. Everyone here should make themselves comfortable, because you won't be leaving this carriage, not until I know what I want to learn. And you better say something quickly, or else you'll be feeling rather sick. I don't think radiation and lead go together quite well, isn't that right Smirnoff"?, Marty asked the polar bear. as he and his gang backed away towards the door, with their guns still aiming at them.
"My name is Vitaly Sokolov, not Smirnoff"., replied Vitaly.
"Just watch who you're speaking to pally, or you'll find yourself in here with the rest of them"., Marty warned Vitaly, by placing his gun close to his heart.
Vitaly nodded and sighed, as the rest of Marty's gang, closed the heavy door behind them and locked the door. Polecat tried to open the door himself, but to avail.
"Need some help there"?, asked Emily.
"Well...If you wanna help"?, smiled Polecat.
Everyone tried to pull the door open, but it was of no use.
"It won't open, not as long as the door remains locked"., said Dr. Neumann. Terence though smiled and put his paw on the vixen's shoulder.
"At least no one got hurt"., he said.
"But what did 'e mean by radiation and lead not mixing. I'm worried about zat"?, added the mouse guard.
"Sorry we haven't been introduced. I'm Terence. This is Polecat, Bomber, Emily, Dr. Neumann and Emil and you are"?, asked Terence, after pointing to the other trapped furs.
"I'm Maceo Dumont. I am only a student, fresh out of university and now 'ere I am being an 'ostage to these Mafia goons"., Maceo said, as he sat down on the metal floor.
"Well to answer your question Maceo, if the reactor is still active and produces heat, it will not only heat up this whole carriage, but soon the air would be filled by not only radiation, but lead as well. The heat could cause small traces of lead fumes to emit from the walls. In time we could be poisoned by both radiation and lead"., explained Dr. Neumann.
Poor Maceo almost went into tears, but Terence came by and hugged him.
"Don't worry little guy, we'll be out of here before then"., he said with a smile.
"Speak for yourself. How can we get out of here. That big heavy door's locked and even if we do shift it, there's those weasels and marmots out there, all with guns. It's hopeless"., added Emil.
"It is hopeless if you just give up! I'm with Terry on this one, if he isn't giving up, then I'm not"!, said Emily.
"I'm with you"!, added Bomber, giving Terence a kiss on the cheek and making him blush.
"Do you have some idea on how we can get out of here then"?, asked Dr. Neumann.
"Well actually no...But I'm working on it"., said Terence, a little sheepishly.
"Hang on...I think...Maybe"?, said Emi, as he examined the console by the reactor.
"What is it"?, asked Terence.
"I don't know, but maybe? I actually used to work as a nuclear technician and if this thing is as ancient as that polar bear said it was going to be, then perhaps I can try and turn it off and buy us some more time"., explained Emil.
"Well then try, if you know how to turn the con sordid thing off, then try"!, exclaimed Polecat.
Everyone else in the carriage nodded and helped Emil out with his work on the console.

As Marty and his men were going back to their respective carriages, they began to check each one in search of the elusive Totenmaske and hoping to catch him in the act. As they were searching though, two got unlucky and were stabbed in the back on the quiet by him, covering their mouths so that they won't scream out loud. Soon Marty noticed that two more of his men were missing.
"Oh this is terrific. Where's Louie and Niccolo? Did they go to answer the call of nature or what"?, he asked.
"I dunno boss"?, replied a marmot with a trench coat and pork pie hat next to him.
"Non lo so neanche"?, added an weasel in Italian, saying 'I don't know either'?
All of a sudden, the elusive Totenmaske appeared before them, holding a dagger, still dripping with blood.
"Marty, Treffe deinen Schöpfer"!, he said, saying 'meet your maker' in German.
"What the....Shoot him"!, ordered Marty.
Soon the whole carriage was full of gun fire, fortunately no one else was around at the time. However, Totenmaske moved swiftly and silently and avoided the gun fire and quickly stabbed the gang members one by one. It seemed that no matter how many times he was shot at, he seemingly just walked through the gun fire. He managed to stab everyone, except for Marty, who picked up two guns from his fallen comrades and pointed both at them at a now standing still Totenmaske.
"Come on, you murdering son of a.."., started Marty.
"I've had enough of you and your crimes. You will be facing za music like your men have"., interrupted Totenmaske, raising his dagger above his head.
"You don't scare me, you freak"!, cried Marty.
But as Totenmaske was slowly approaching Marty, one of his stabbed weasels regained consciousness briefly and pointed his gun toward Totenmaske's back, without him looking.
"Damn....You"!, he said slowly, before firing and hitting his shoulder. The weasel then collasped and died from his injury.
With Totenmaske distracted by his own wound, Marty took the chance to fire his guns and hit Totenmasque in the chest, twice. With three wounds, he fell to his knees and started breathing heavily.
"Wow, three shots and you're still alive. I should finish you off now. But I want you to suffer for putting me through all this"., Marty said, pulling Totenmaske close to him by his collar.
Just then Viatly showed up.
"Where were you when my men were getting killed"?!, he cried at him, angrily.
"I took cover. I didn't want to be like the Swiss cheese because of your guns"!, he replied, sounding annoyed himself.
"Just drag his damn carcass to the reactor and put him in with those other furs will ya? I gotta call my office and tell them that my whole gang is now dead"., ordered Marty.
"Why not just shoot him now"?, asked Vitaly.
"Because I want him to suffer. I want him to die slowly. I want him to be in agonising pain, either from his wounds or from the radiation from that reactor. Either way, he will die in agony. Right now, that's what I want. Drag his ass oughta my sight"!, ordered Marty.
"As you wish"., sighed Vitaly, as he grabbed Totenmaske by the collar and started to literally drag him across the floor, with his wounds bleeding a little and leaving a small trail on the brown carpet below him, soon to mingle with those of the others he just killed.
Marty pulled out his mobile and quickly dialled his office is America. "Hi. Malone...Yeah, shut up and listen. Everyone's dead....Yes everyone...I'm the only one left...Na some freak in a mask did it....Don't worry, I'm gonna cut my losses"., he said as he kept an eye on Vitaly as he continued to drag the wounded Totenmaske away.

Back inside the last carriage, the trapped furs managed to help get the main console panel for the reactor off and Emil set to work on finding a way of turning it off all together.
"Any luck mon amie"?, asked Maceo.
"Give us a fair go mate, I just barely seen how any of these things work yet? To make matters worse, everything is written in Cyrillic-Russian"., replied Emil.
"I only know a little bit of Russian, I will admit I am a bit rusty though"., added Dr. Neumann.
"Well I'll be willing to accept any help you can give me"., said Emil.
Bomber then put her paw on Terence's shoulder.
"Do you think we'll be able to get out of here"?, she asked.
"If we have some faith, I'm sure we'll make it out OK. I think those two have found some strength, by being together"., Terence replied, as he pointed a paw toward the direction of both Polecat and Emily who seem to have struck up quite a friendship with one another. Polecat placing a friendly paw on Emily's shoulder and smiling at her, with Emily soon doing the same in return.
The sight brought a smile to Bomber's face. "Yeah you're right about that".
Just then the large door opened very slowly and in came Marty and Vitaly who dropped the bleeding body of Totenmaske onto the floor. Everybody in the carriage, except those who came in, gasped.
"I finally found out who the freakin' murderer is. I'll let his bullet wounds, the radiation and the lead take care of him now"., Marty said with a wicked smile on his face.
Dr. Neumann instantly ran over to him to check to see if he was OK, but he soon began to cough up a bit of blood.
"You...You just can't leave him like this"?!, she cried.
"Of course I can sister! He killed my men and God knows how many other furs? He's finally gonna get what he deserves. A long and lingering death"!, replied Marty, sounding really serious.
He then drew a gun and pointed it at Vitaly.
"And with that, this concludes our business together"., Marty said to him with an evil smile.
Vitaly turned around and saw Marty pointing his gun at him.
"I do not understand"?, asked Vitaly.
"Of course you don't, you dumb Russian bear! I'm just going to take off now with the money you paid us. I don't care wear ever or not this thing does go back to Sovietland, we got what we came for and I'm going to abandon this God forsaken train and vamoose while the vamoosing is good"., explained Marty.
"Yeah, that's the sort of trash I expect to hear from some loser who thinks his big, 'cause he's got a gun in his paw"!, Polecat said angrily.
Marty then pointed his gun at Polecat. "You better shut up, before I decide that I'm gonna shut you up"!, he cried.
"NO"!, cried Vitaly, who then began wrestling with Marty to try and get the gun out of his paw. 
The two furs both had the gun pointed up towards the roof of the carriage, but then Polecat and Terence both tackled Marty and shoved him towards the still open door of the carriage. At this point the train was going across a large steel suspension bridge, across what seemed to be a bottomless abyss below them, in the middle of the Alps and Marty almost fell off, but regained his composure, but he still had his gun with him.
"Oh that was a dumb move, a REALLY dumb move"!, he cried.
But just then, Totenmaske quickly got up, ran towards Marty and gave him a mighty kick to the mid section, before he gave him a massive roundhouse kick with what strength that he could muster and knocked Marty and his gun completely off the train.
"YYEEEAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHHHH"!, he screamed, as he fell off the train and the bridge and began falling into the dark abyss below him, as the train continued to speed off into the distance.
Totenmaske then began panting hard and collasped onto the metal floor, with Dr. Neumann returning to his aid.
"You saved us"!, she cried.
"I...vas only....Doing mine job fräulein"., panted Totenmaske heavily.
Dr. Neumann then removed the stranger's mask to reveal a scared wolf underneath it.
"So that's who you look like, I wondered what you looked like under that mask, ever since I was a little girl"., she said.
Totenmaske coughed a bit before replying. "Vhen you vere young"?
"You probably won't remember this, but you saved me and my family when we deserted East Germany, back in 1984. You helped us reach West Berlin and to freedom. Ever since then I wanted to know more about you and to try and get the chance to thank you"., explained Dr. Neumann.
"As I said before, I vas only doing mine job, or at least what I think I had to do"., replied Totenmaske.
"How did you become like this"?, asked Terence, after hearing their conversation.
"Wait Terry, he should really conserve his strength. His still got numerous shot wounds"., added Dr. Neumann.
"Nein, it's all right. I can tell you. It really doesn't matter vhut happens to me. Back in 1963, a couple of years after ze Berlin Vall vas erected, me and my family attempted to cross ze vall and enter West Berlin. However, my family never made it. Stasi agents and vall guards fired upon my family and they never made it. Only I survived, but I vas still in East Berlin. After spending years in a state orphanage and secretly studied English, I had my eyes set on taking out the Stasi who killed my family. When I turned 16, I left za orphanage and began my campaign against them. But, my first attempt almost cost me my life and scarred my face as you can see. But looking at my bloody face, I realised that I could use it to my advantage. I created my mask and then began to secretly target Stasi troops one by one. Soon my reputation spread across both sides of Germany. I will admit that I had killed many and had many close brushes with death, but now it seems my time has come and ze Grim Reaper shall soon take me und judge me for my crimes"., explained Totenmaske.
"But you helped just as many people I'm sure"?, added Dr, Neumann.
"Fräulein 'cough' Danke for ze kind words, but I know I don't deserve zem"., replied Totenmaske.
"You're wrong! What happened to your family was awful, but you made sure that same thing didn't happen to others. To them, you'll always be their hero and we're grateful for what you've done in those dark days of Germany's past"., Dr. Neumann said with a smile.
Eventually Totenmaske smiled himself, after seeing her smile and knew that what she said, she actually meant it. 
"Do you happen to have a real name then besides "Death Mask"? You must have"?, asked Terence, out of curiosity.
"Ja, but it's been years since I last used it"., answered Totenmaske.
"Please remember? I like to know too"?, asked Dr. Neumann.
"Jürgen. Jürgen Jäger"., Totenmaske replied, saying his real name in the first time in years.
Dr. Neumann then kissed him on the cheek, before saying "Danke schön, Mein Held". (Thank you, my hero).
She then wrapped his cloak around his body in an attempt to keep him warm. Meanwhile Emil was still trying to figure out what the Russian writing meant. Fortunately for him, Vitaly was there to help.
"You cannot switch it off"., he explained.
"What?! There's gotta be some way surely"?!, Emil asked.
"Oui, we cannot let this thing 'urt over people"., added Maceo.
"Niet, we can't. You are right about that comrade. The writing only tells you how to stabilize core. But radiation will still be released. In fact it is more then I thought. It can become dangerous levels"., continued Vitaly.
"So what are we gonna do"?, asked Polecat.
"I shall fix this"!, replied a determined Vitaly, stepping out of the car.
He saw the metal coupling that connected the carriage to the rest of the train and then he saw that the train had just passed a junction, where a piece of track was heading in a different direction from where they came. He took a hold of the heavy metal pin and summoned all of his mighty Siberian strength and slowly pulled out the metal pin. He landed back onto the carriage with the reactor inside it after one more mighty tug. Soon without the rest of the express train to pull it, the carriage began to slow down and because they were on a slight hill, the carriage began moving downhill. As it did, Vitaly hit the siding switch to change the points of the track, causing the carriage and it's passengers to go down the other track.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING"?! cried Terence.
"I am fixing problem with reactor. Now it can't harm other furs"., explained Vitaly.
"You could have least waited till we were all onboard the other side of the train before you did that?! Now we're stuck in this runaway carriage 'cause of you"!, cried Polecat, angrily.
"I'm sorry, I didn't think there was time? We all ready passed junction"., answered Vitaly, sounding apologetic.
"Look what's done is done. The question is how do we get out of here"?, asked Emily.
"We abandon ship err train and right now"!, cried Emil.
"Oui, we must"!, added Maceo.
"But we can't just jump off at this point. Look, this track is still elevated from the furthest solid ground. If we jump from this distance, we'll be killed"., Terence said, pointing a paw to the outside.
Everyone looked outside and realised he was right.
"Hopefully this particular track will lead us to somewhere safe to jump off from"?, pondered Dr. Neumann.
"Nein, zis track vas part of an unfinished Alpine extension. I reconise za location. Zis track ends at a dead end. A large pit that couldn't be crossed. That's vai construction vas stopped. Ve shall fall to our deaths"., added Totenmaske grimly.
Polecat immediately punched Vitaly.
"You really ARE a dumb Russian bear! Now we're all gonna die 'cause of you and your stupidity"!, he cried.
"I...I'm so sorry. I had no idea"., apologised Vitaly.
"Just zip it fella, I'm NOT in the mood! Emily darlin' I'm so, so sorry that we had to meet like this and.."., started Polecat, before Emily interrupted him with a kiss.
"It's fine. I'm glad that I had the chance to meet you then to have never have met you at all"., she smiled back.
Poor Emil and Maceo both sat in fetal positions.
"This is really the end"!, cried Emil.
"I...I'm scared"!, cried Maceo.
Dr. Neumann went over to Maceo and smiled at him, after putting a paw on his shoulder.
"There may be still hope for all of us yet? Somehow I think we'll be OK"., she said.
"Merci, mademoiselle. You are so kind"., he replied, smiling a little back at her.
Terence went over to Emil and did the same thing.
"I agree with Dr. Neumann. There MUST be a way out of this! There must be"!, he added.
"Look mate, there's optimism and then there's sheer delusion. Face it, it's the end of us all and that's fair dinkum"., Emil said quite solemnly.
Terence sighed before seeing Bomber holding a small smart device.
"I guess you're trying to find some kind of reception out here to make a last will and testament over the phone huh"?, asked Terence.
"Nope. Like you said Terry, there IS a way out of this"., answered Bomber.
"OK, but what exactly are you doing"?, Terence asked.
"Do you hear buzzing noise outside"?, asked Vitaly.
Suddenly everybody began hearing it and they all went over to the door, except for the injured Totenmaske. They saw Bomber's biplane flying just above the carriage and it suddenly dawned on everyone that Bomber was using the small device to control her plane from a distance.
"How are you doing that"?, asked Terence.
"And where did it come from"?, added Polecat.
"I installed a remote control device on my plane and installed an app that sends a signal to it. The signal is supposed to be received in an area the size of the entire European continent and it has a huge tank of fuel, enough to make a return trip to and from both coast of Eurasia"., explained Bomber.
"B, you're the best"!, cried Terence, before kissing her on the cheek.
"Awww shucks Terry"., she blushed.
She then pressed another button on her tablet device and a rope ladder that was attached to the bottom of the place, detached itself and was lowered towards the furs.
"Quick, everybody grab a hold"!, cried Bomber, as she was the first to take a hold of the ladder.
As everybody else took hold of it, Dr. Neumann ran over to Totenmaske.
"Wait, somebody please help me with Jürgen"?, she asked, referring to Totenmaske by his real name.
"Do not threat about me. Please just leave me"., he replied.
"But"?, began Dr. Neumann.
"He is going to die soon. You cannot save him now. It will take too long to get him to medical centre"., said Vitaly.
As he said that, Totenmaske began coughing up more blood and shoved Dr. Neumann away.
"Go, get out of here! Forget me"!, he cried.
"But"?!, pleaded Dr. Neumann, before she was grabbed by the paw by Maceo.
"Do what 'e says! Let's go"!, he cried, taking her back to the rope ladder to climb it.
Terence made sure that he was the last one to climb it. He just took a hold of it, when he realised that Vitaly didn't take hold of it either.
"What about you? Aren't you coming"?, he asked.
"Niet. I too have lots to answer for. Totenmaske isn't only killer still around. As former KGB agent, I killed many on firing squad who opposed Soviet government. Men, women and....I need to be judge today too. I also put you and your comrades into danger. That is unforgivable. So this is do svidaniya comrade. Good luck for your future. I Vitaly Sokolov salute you"., replied Vitaly saying farewell in Russian, before kicking the rope away from the carriage as it continued to speed downward, as the track was now heading downhill and towards what looked like a large bottomless pit below.
"NO"!, cried Terence, as he and the rope ladder began to elevate from the carriage, as Bomber took to the cockpit controls and was now flying her plane manually. Everybody else were hanging onto the wings of the biplane, with no one in the co-pilot's seat behind Bomber, as she reserved this for Terence.
"Come on Terry, climb the rope"!, cried Bomber.
"C',mon, there's nothing more that we can do for them"!, cried Polecat.
Terence sighed sadly and began to climb up the rope ladder.
Emil gripped the left side between the wings, only to be comforted by Emily nearby.
"Don't worry Emil. Just hang on and you'll be OK"., she said.
"Just tell me when we've landed"!, he cried in response with his eyes tightly shut.
Polecat who was also on the left wing just chuckled at the sight.
Dr. Neumann and Maceo were standing on the right hand side between the wings.
"I'm ever so sorry about Jürgen, but I'm sure 'e is 'appy that you got away without getting 'urt"., Marcel said, returning the doctor's favour from earlier and putting a paw on her shoulder. Dr. Neumann smiled in return.
Terence managed to climb up the rope and onto the right hand side of the wings, before squeezing into the co-pilot's seat.
"Maybe we can still save them"?!, cried Terence.
"I don't think so, look"!, cried Polecat, pointing to where the carriage was heading.
It was indeed heading towards what looked like a bottomless pit. The carriage began to skid down the last bit of the track, with Totenmaske and Vitaly still on board.
"Why? 'cough' Why are you goin' down vith me"?, asked Totenmaske.
"I too have lots to answer for. I thought I was helping people of Russia, but I now know I was hurting them. At least I can keep you company as we both die"., Vitaly answered with a smile.
Totenmaske just smiled back and said. "Danke mein Freund. Wir sehen uns an den Pforten der Hölle". (Thank you my friend. I'll see you at the Gates of Hell).
Vitaly replied with. "I vam togo zhe. YA uvizhu tebya v adu". (The same to you. I'll see you in Hell).
The carriage then went over the edge with Totenmaske, Vitaly and the reactor still inside.
"NO! NO"!, cried Terence.
Everyone else watched in horror as the carriage fell, taking the duo inside of it into the deepest darkest depths of the Alps. After what had to be a few minutes, there was an audible explosion heard and rocks from the nearby mountains came apart and also fell into the hole.
"With those rocks and the fact the carriage was made from lead. It should mean that the radiation release should be at a minimum. Still...What a way to go"., Emil said sadly.
"He may have been a dumb bear.....But he was brave"., added Polecat in respect.
Polecat, Maceo and Terence all managed to take off their hats, again to respect the fallen furs. Everyone couldn't help but also shed a few tears for the two unfortunate souls who chose to perish under such horrific circumstances.
"Erm....Do you want to go anywhere in particular Tel"?, asked Bomber.
There was a moment of silence with everyone looking at Terence.
"No...Let's just get out of here"., he said.
With that Bomber turned the plane and headed west, away from the disaster scene, now a grave to two furs.

LAKE FORGGENSEE - BAVARIA - GERMANY - A FEW DAYS LATER
Terence and his friends were all relaxing beside one of Bavaria's alpine lakes, with beautiful views of Hohenschwangau and Neuschwanstein castles in the background. While most of them were laying in the sun relaxing, Emil was dragging what looked like a large picnic basket behind him.
"Hey? Can I get some help over here"?, he cried.
Everybody else got up and laughed a little to themselves, before helping Emil with the basket. Soon everyone was having a nice picnic beside the lake. Terence then tapped on a cola bottle to say something.
"I would like to make an announcement. I would just like to say that I think we were all very lucky to be here today, after what had happened to us a few days before and all this couldn't have been possible without the help of Jürgen "Totenmaske" Jäger of whom helped us out of that predicament and I hope that he has finally found his peace".
As Terence said this, Dr. Neumann looked up at the blue sky and thought about him, Maceo put one of his paw onto one of hers and smiled. She retuned the smile while looking at him, as Terence continued his speech.
"And as for Vitaly Sokolov, I sincerely hope that he found his peace too. Here's to him too".
Everyone clinked their glasses and bottles together, before each taking a drink to remember the fallen furs.
"Who would have thought that I would be saved twice by the same fur as before"?, said Dr Neumann.
"No one I imagined Freya. But I am glad that 'e 'elped us out. Even though 'e 'it me at the back of my neck when I asked for 'is ticket".,  added Maceo.
Dr. Neumann just giggled as Polecat picked up an English newspaper and was reading a headline about corrupt officials in Novosibirsk, Russia getting arrested for their illegal dealings with the Mafia. Emily also looked at the paper.
"Seems like those blokes got themselves into big trouble"., she said.
"And it looks like the town will get a new generator for it's power facility, only a LOT more up to date and safer"., added Polecat, before putting the paper down and pulling Emily close to him.
"I'll bet those poor folks onboard the Express to the Sun where shocked to discover we too had disappeared"., said Bomber, before she started eating a jam sandwich.
"Yeah fortunately we got to the authorities and alerted them to everything. They'll be keeping an eye on the Arlberg Pass, but the radiation should have been contained under all that rubble and the lead from the destroyed carriage"., added Terence, before offering a few potato chips to Bomber.
"Well this is just terrific. It seems that despite what happened, all of you had found someone. Emily is with Polecat, Dr. Neumann is with Maceo and B is with Terence. But poor ol' me, I have to head back to Melbourne, before the boys from Canberra begin asking questions about my involvement with the whole thing"., Emil said, before he started munching on a plain cheese sandwich.
"I'm sure the company will be in the clear and they'll have second thoughts now though about who they deal with"., smiled Emily.
"You know Emil, you seem very stressed out, why don't you hang around with us for a while"?, suggested Terence.
"What? Hang around with you? Erm what do you mean by 'us' by the way?, asked Emil.
"Well we all decided to hang out together for a while. I think you were in the little koala's room when we discussed it"., answered Polecat.
"So...All of you are sticking together"?, asked Emil.
"For the time being yes. It gives us all a chance to see the world"., said Dr. Neumann.
"Money isn't a problem. We all have our own sources of income"., added Bomber.
"Though I'll 'ave to find a new job somewhere else now"?, added Maceo.
"I could do with an assistant to help me? You'll more or less be a nurse and wouldn't have to deal with the more bloody tasks if your quite squeamish"?, suggested Dr. Neumann.
"Well I can try it I suppose? Merci Freya"., replied Maceo.
"And what about me"?, asked Emil.
"Come on, surely you can ask the company for some leave, or just quit"?, suggested Emily.
"Yeah I suppose....Oh what the heck, I'm in. But do you want a third wheel like myself getting in the way of all you love birds or what"?, Emil asked, sounding unsure.
Both Terence and Bomber then sat closer to him.
"We would be honoured if you came along with us"., said Bomber.
"The more, the merrier".,  added Terence, putting a paw on Emil's shoulder.
"OK then, you convinced me"., Emil smiled.
Everyone then raised their glasses once again to celebrate the forming of their new team. Terence then picked up the news paper and after flipping through a few pages, he noticed something interesting.
"Huh? This advertisement looks a bit off. It's for a dry cleaning store in Mexico City, but I noticed something. The letters to the start of each sentence spells 'help me', interesting"., said Terence.
"Hey I just noticed something too. The message seems to continue. 'Mistaken identity. Need Help'. Sounds like he's got problems"?, added Polecat.
Everyone then looked at one another and all nodded in agreement.
"I'm sure we ALL got our passports ready"?, asked Polecat.
"But we all better go on a commercial flight this time around"., joked Dr. Neumann.
"Yeah, there's only so much weight my biplane can stand"., added Bomber.
"Then it's settled. Next stop Mexico. As long as we don't get ourselves into mischief at Tijuana"., joked Terence.
A couple of hours later, everybody had finished their picnic and had packed up everything. Before they left though, the group took one last look at the lake. Everybody turned to look at Terence as he politely tipped his hat towards the lake and says "Auf Wiedersehen".

The End.