“You head back and stall them however you can. Block the doors, knock things over, slow them down. Just buy us time.” Ethan hesitated, his knuckles whitening around the wrench. “They’re armed, Martin. What if—”
“They’re not going to reach you, I’ll make sure of it. Don’t worry,” Martin cut in, his voice sharp with urgency. “We don’t have a choice. If we let them take control of the train or reach the vault, it’s over.”