“They’re almost through!” Ethan shouted. Martin reached him, grabbing his arm. “Leave it! Run to car 3!” he ordered, urgency sharp in his voice. The two sprinted down the narrow corridor, their footsteps echoing against the steel floor.
Reaching car 3, Martin didn’t slow. His heart pounded as he placed his hand firmly on the biometric scanner. A moment later, the lock engaged with a loud click, sealing the door just as the thieves burst into car 4.