You cling to the steam powered bus as
it goes faster and faster. The mask in the flickering light was
holding the wheel and you know you must stop him. At least you think
its a him but under all that steam armor makes it difficult if not
impossible to tell gender. You take a deep breath, you prepare
yourself to meet your maker if you must and you go. The words I was given to work with were steam-powered bus and mask. So I'm going to make this into an awesome novel. I hope...if not I'm going to try!
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