Their leader barked orders, and one of them jammed the crowbar deeper into the mechanism, straining to pry it open. Martin’s eyes narrowed, his finger poised over the recalibrate button. “Wait for it…” he muttered, watching the feed intently. Ethan called out, “Brakes are holding steady!”
Martin’s hand came down on the button. The coupler mechanism shuddered, opening slightly before snapping shut with tremendous force. On the monitor, the thief yelped as the crowbar bent and then snapped under the pressure.