Martin turned to Ethan, both of them catching their breath. “That door’s tough, but it won’t hold forever,” Martin said, glancing at the reinforced barrier. “They’ll find a way through eventually. We’ve got to slow them down.” Ethan nodded, his voice strained. “What’s the plan?”
Martin’s gaze shifted to the vault ahead, its sleek surface untouched. “If they had explosives, they’d have used them by now. They’re trying to pry their way in, but they’re running out of time, same as us. We just have to keep them from reaching the engine.”