Ethan exhaled, a mix of fear and determination flashing in his eyes. “Alright,” he said. “But you’d better have a backup plan if this doesn’t work.” “I’ll monitor everything from here and adjust the controls if needed,” Martin reassured him.
He locked the throttle in place, ensuring the train would maintain its speed. “Just keep them occupied long enough for us to reach the station. We only need to hold on for some more time.” Ethan nodded, gripping the wrench tightly as he moved toward the door leading to the corridor.