Martin’s fingers flew across the console, activating the train’s emergency alert system. A red button blinked insistently on the control panel, its function clear: it would send a notification to the next station, signaling for immediate police assistance.
“This will let the authorities know what’s going on,” Martin said, his voice tense. “If we can just hold out until then, we’ll have backup waiting when we arrive.” Ethan leaned over the controls, his face pale but resolute. “How long do we have?” he asked, glancing at the distance monitor.