"What do you mean it won't work?! Everything is supposed to work around here. God did not create things that don't work."
Brian sighs. Mr. H. is having one of those moods. Mr. H. Art, directs everything in this town. Everyone listens to him and follows his wimps and fancies. When things don't work out for Mr. H., they don't work out for everyone else.
"Sir. I am sorry, but it's not our fault. We tried everything, there is just no return signal.", Brian tries to explain the situation.
They were trying to get some respond from a train that is carrying a precious cargo. Some days ago, it stopped responding to calls and could not even be found.
"It is a train. It runs on tracks. It is only going one direction. Find it." Mr. H, gets what he wants, usually.
The town have mobilized a search vehicle to follow the track until the destination of the train. The party, was expecting a party on the road. Like Mr. H says, it's a train, on a track going to a seaport, where could it go? Upon arriving at the port, the train was nowhere to be found. No cargo, no train, no crew. The party came back somber and afraid. Mr. H's precious cargo is lost. And with it, his temper.
Now, they were trying to send a signal to the cargo container, which have an on-board tracking device.
"We tried all the signals possible and all the channels available to us, but we are just not getting a respond from the box. It's like it disappeared." Brian tries to explain again. He knows Mr. H will just order him to try everything, again.
"Send people to all the surrounding towns to look for my cargo. If it is not found within the week, i will know what to do."
Brian thought this sounds more ominous than if Mr H rant and raved. This is not over. Not for everyone in this town.
Brian sighs. Mr. H. is having one of those moods. Mr. H. Art, directs everything in this town. Everyone listens to him and follows his wimps and fancies. When things don't work out for Mr. H., they don't work out for everyone else.
"Sir. I am sorry, but it's not our fault. We tried everything, there is just no return signal.", Brian tries to explain the situation.
They were trying to get some respond from a train that is carrying a precious cargo. Some days ago, it stopped responding to calls and could not even be found.
"It is a train. It runs on tracks. It is only going one direction. Find it." Mr. H, gets what he wants, usually.
The town have mobilized a search vehicle to follow the track until the destination of the train. The party, was expecting a party on the road. Like Mr. H says, it's a train, on a track going to a seaport, where could it go? Upon arriving at the port, the train was nowhere to be found. No cargo, no train, no crew. The party came back somber and afraid. Mr. H's precious cargo is lost. And with it, his temper.
Now, they were trying to send a signal to the cargo container, which have an on-board tracking device.
"We tried all the signals possible and all the channels available to us, but we are just not getting a respond from the box. It's like it disappeared." Brian tries to explain again. He knows Mr. H will just order him to try everything, again.
"Send people to all the surrounding towns to look for my cargo. If it is not found within the week, i will know what to do."
Brian thought this sounds more ominous than if Mr H rant and raved. This is not over. Not for everyone in this town.
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