“Open up!” he shouted, his voice muffled but menacing. “You’re not getting out of this alive if you don’t.” Martin’s hands hovered over the controls, his mind racing. He toggled the train’s speed slightly, causing the sudden shifts to jostle the thieves. The leader stumbled but kept his grip, growling in frustration.
“You think you can stall us? You’re just making it worse for yourselves!” Ethan moved closer to Martin, his voice low. “We’re cutting it close. How much longer until we hit the station?” Martin checked the speed and distance gauges. “Three minutes, maybe less. If we keep this speed, they won’t have time to do much damage before we get there.”