The stories of a phantom train had been around forever, likely spun up and exaggerated through countless retellings around fire pits...

Stregg was great at pissing people off. It was an art form, really. You couldn’t just irritate and it was too far to infuriate. One mosquito hovering around, with its little drone siren: that was just irritating. Even a bite might not piss you off. You had to make sure there was a bite and then a return bite, same mosquito. Not the same thing if it was several mosquitos. That was technically a Nuisance, and out of his jurisdiction.