Their progress was slow but deliberate, their leader barking orders as they methodically searched for the vault. “They won’t make it,” Martin muttered to himself, gripping the console as he braced for the minutes ahead.
Martin stayed behind, his focus on the CCTV monitors. He rerouted power to the doors of car 6, locking them down to slow the thieves’ progress. Every second counted now. The thieves grew visibly frustrated on the monitors, their progress slower than they had likely anticipated.