The station no longer resembled a railway. It had become a machine built for survival.
The old platforms were packed with shelters made from rotten timber, salvaged metal and torn fabric. Fires burned between the rails. Guards patrolled every access point. No step was free.
Hidden behind a row of blackened pillars, Harvey and Cole watched four soldiers gathered around a fire near the armoury. They listened in silence as one of the men spoke of a trap waiting for those who dared challenge the station.
“We let them believe they’ve won,” the soldier said. “Then we release the beast.”
The word lingered in the stale air.
Beast.
Something powerful enough to turn men into bones caught in railings.
Harvey exchanged a glance with Cole. The plan had already begun.
Moments later, they moved through the darkness like ghosts. Silent. Precise. The first guards never had time to scream. The second pair fell beside the fire before they even realised they were under attack.
Ahead lay the armoury.
Explosives.
A chance to cripple the enemy before the coming war.
But deep beneath the ruined city, every victory carried a price.
And Bank Station was not finished with them yet.
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