With Oliver's incident, the engines were all at suspicion. Most of them thought that with the death of Robert Vanderbuilt, everything was over. The deaths did take quite a break since then. Alas, the Brendam Bombing on October 28th shown them that the culprit truly was one of them. One of the only engines who did not show any sort of change in emotion was Watson, who was still as eager to work and make the Fat Controller proud.
Watson took a goods train to Vicarstown, then it was transferred to another engine at the station. While he waited for the goods train for his return trip home, Watson decided to take a stop by the works. Donald was just finished with his repairs, meanwhile work on Diesel had just started hours ago.
Watson smiled at Diesel. "Hello, Diesel! Heard what happened. Don't worry! You'll be back up and on the rails in no time."
Diesel sighed. "Well, I would hope so. We still have jobs to be done. Speaking of which, what are you doing here?"
"Jem put me on Freight Duty. James is pulling the Express."
"So I see..." Diesel sighed. "Watson... may I tell you something?"
Watson smiled politely. "Of course, Diesel! I will always be here for you!"
Diesel smiled a bit. "Thank you, Watson... but if I tell you, Watson, you must not utter it to a single soul as long as I live. Do you understand?"
Watson was now a bit uneasy, but he agreed. Diesel whispered to him.
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Dirty Deeds: A Thomas and Friends Story
Mystery / ThrillerEverything is going well on the Island of Sodor. More tourists were coming than ever. When a visitor comes to the Island and stirs up mischief, it is up to a Great Western Friend to settle it, however, our hero is not entirely in the right himself...
