[Saturday September 14th, 2075; Ruins of Graham, Puyallup, Seattle]
As the drones and spirit sped towards the train, Dogmeat scanned the virtual world at the site of the trouble. There was a host - a castle on a hill with two long eastern dragons perched atop it - obviously representing the trains. And there were flocks of other icons scattered around it - vehicles and personal commlinks doubtless belonging to both the train's occupants and its gaggle of outriders.
He was looking for something that corresponded to the position of the big vectored thrust T-bird, as it was the only thing he could see that was definitely hostile to the train. But bupkus, nada, zilch. He could find nothing there.
Switching over to the sensor feed from his drones, he got the usual rush as the POV rushed toward target like a deadly roller-coaster car, hugging terrain features as the little birds carried their sensor suites whizzing toward their destination. On the approach, he saw the LAV's automatic weapons fire, as well as some sort of explosion, tear a hole into the roof of the lead car on the third train, which a female form broke from cover and dove into.
Visual spectrum visibility on the ground was terrible, but on thermo he could see two figures approaching the train on foot from the west, and another two figures emerging from the trees on the east and splitting off to pincer the north and south ends of the lead land-train's third car.
And there were lots more - all up and down the train people were climbing aboard, others were climbing out. A few were on the roofs of other cars. More were inside the treeline to the east. And there were scattered vehicles ranging from bikes to RVs scattered around and trailing over the past half klick.
Not to mention the big zeppelin that hung motionless in the air about a hundred yards behind the train.