The jagged remains clattered to the ground, useless. The thieves scrambled back, their plan foiled. Ethan let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “You did it! They’re not getting those cars separated now.”
Martin nodded but didn’t look away from the monitor. “We bought ourselves time, but they’re not done yet.” He pointed to the screen, where the thieves regrouped. One of them climbed onto the roof of car 3, the metallic clang of their boots audible even over the roar of the train.