Martin offered a tired smile. “Just doing our job,” he replied, glancing back at the train. The vault, untouched in car 3, was a testament to their efforts. For all the chaos, they’d kept their cargo—and themselves—safe.
As the first light of dawn began to creep over the horizon, Martin and Ethan leaned against the train, their exhaustion mingling with a quiet pride. The night had tested them, but they’d emerged on the other side, the rhythmic hum of the engine promising steadier miles ahead.