Ethan leaned against the engine room’s console, his eyes fixed on Martin, who toggled through the monitors with growing urgency. “They’re trying to separate the cars,” Martin muttered, watching the thieves hammer at the couplers connecting car 3 to car 2. “If they succeed, we’re done. We lose the vault, and braking becomes nearly impossible.”
Ethan frowned, gripping the edge of the console. “Then how do we stop them from here? Running out there isn’t exactly an option.” Martin’s fingers hovered over the controls, a plan forming in his mind.