But if Ethan was overwhelmed, the thieves would have free rein to move through the cars, gaining access to the vault and possibly the engine itself. Every second he hesitated felt like a gamble he couldn’t afford to make.
Martin’s fists clenched. The train roared beneath him, a constant reminder of the stakes. Finally, he made his choice. “I can’t leave him,” he said aloud, as if convincing himself. He bolted out of the control room, the echo of his boots pounding against the metal floor reverberating in the narrow corridor.