Ethan’s hand hovered over the controls. “Should we stop the train?” he asked, glancing at Martin. “Stopping isn’t an option,” Martin replied quickly. “If we stop, we’re sitting ducks. We keep moving.” His mind raced as he toggled through the CCTV feeds, analyzing the intruders’ movements.
The thieves moved with precision, forcing open the heavy doors to car 7. They were dressed in dark clothing, their faces obscured by masks. Martin and Ethan exchanged a tense glance. “They’re professionals,” Ethan muttered. “They know what they’re looking for.”