Martin’s eyes flicked to the readout. “Fifteen minutes, give or take,” he replied, gripping the edge of the console. “But that’s a long time with them trying to claw their way through the train. We need to keep them from getting anywhere near this room—or the vault.”
Ethan straightened, his jaw tightening as he looked back toward the corridor. “And if they make it through?” he asked. “We make sure they don’t,” Martin said firmly. He grabbed a wrench from the toolbox mounted to the wall and handed it to Ethan.