At first, Martin thought they might be workers inspecting the tracks, but something about their movements seemed off. The figures were closing in, their path aligned perfectly with the train. Tools glinted in their hands—crowbars, long rods, and other implements Martin couldn’t quite identify.
The screen flickered as the figures disappeared briefly, only to reappear moments later, climbing onto the train near car 7. “They’re boarding,” Ethan muttered, his voice tight with tension. Martin’s stomach sank. “This isn’t random,” he said grimly. “They knew where to strike.”