Momentum

Sam landed hard on all fours atop a metal box car. The wind and rain slammed into her face, making it difficult to breathe. Claw-man was two cars ahead, stumbling forward, a dim figure in the scant light.

The train hit a turn and Sam nearly stumbled right off the roof of the car. She caught herself just at the edge, regaining her balance. Trees whipped by on her left, the car beneath her shifted and she compensated, stepping back toward the center, hands out, fingers spread. Cold wind lashed her face; raindrops stung like small pebbles as she carried herself forward to the front of the container. There was a roughly five-foot gap between this car and the next, another box car. She would have to jump into the wind. In the movies, they made this look easy…

Looking ahead, Sam could barely see Claw-man now. He had continued moving forward, meaning that she would have to do the same if she had any hope of catching him; of making him tell her where and how to find Kronin.