Chapter 4: Climax
"HQ, this is Jager onboard the Cobalt administration's VIP train, we need immediate backup due to hostile threats; I repeat, request ing immediate backup" he said, trying to remain calm despite the urgency in his voice.
but only static came through the receiver. Jager's heart sank, he tried again and again, but it was no use, "damn the radios out..wait" Jager noticed something some of the wires to the relay had been cut . He cursed under his breath. "We've been betrayed," he muttered “to bad for you soldier boy” said a voice behind him, as Jager turned to see one of the train conductors smirking at him, a wrench in one hand .
Jager tensed, his heart racing, as he saw the determination in the man's eyes. He had underestimated the situation and should have been more aware of his surroundings.
But there was no time to regret it now; he had to act fast.
With a surge of adrenaline, Jager lunged at the train conductor, grabbing for his gun, but the man was quicker. He swung the wrench at Jager, catching him on the side of the head, sending him reeling.
Jager stumbled backward, blood streaming from the side of his head His vision blurred, but he managed to grab for the train conductor's arm but all he did was tear off the arm band the train conductor had on his arm as his body hit the ground falling unconscious .
The train conductor sneered at Jager, before exiting the radio carriage in a hurry , leaving Jager lying on the floor, limp and unconscious.
Meanwhile, on the other carriage, Liz was still guarding Chairman Drake as he sat in the front carriage, trying to reassure him that everything would be alright. As they waited for backup, Liz's thoughts wandered to Jager and her suspicions about the radical terrorists’ intentions.
It seemed plausible that this was merely a bold attempt to kidnap Chairman Drake and hold him for ransom, but there was something more tense and sinister about the entire situation
that Liz couldn't quite put her finger on.
She kept reassuring Chairman Drake, who was visibly shaken by the chaos that had unfolded, but her mind was still on high alert.
"Liz, why hasn't Jager checked in?" Chairman Drake asked quietly. He looked worried, and Liz couldn't blame him - she had the same concern.
"I'm not sure, sir. But I'm sure he's fine," Liz tried to reassure him, hoping against hope that Jager was safe.
Just then, the sound of footsteps approaching could be heard outside the carriage. Liz's senses went on high alert, and she quickly drew her pistol, ordering Chairman Drake to get down on the floor.
as the door opened, she held her breath, gripping the pistol in her hands tighter.
But as the figure moved into the light, her heart sank in disappointment. It was the train conductor looking just as panicked as everyone else on board.
He held up his hands in surrender as he saw the gun in Liz's hands.
"It's over, I'm not one of them!" he stammered out, sweat beading on his forehead.
Liz hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to believe him or not. But she kept her gun trained on him as she cautiously moved forward to check the hallway, making sure there were no other threats.
Once she was certain it was clear, she gestured for the train conductor to enter the carriage and take a seat.
He seemed to be on the verge of tears, and Liz couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him. She could see the fear in his eyes, and he seemed genuinely shocked by what had happened on the train. But there were still too many unknown variables, and she kept her guard up.
"Where is Jager?" Liz demanded, her voice cold and firm.
The train conductor looked down at his hands, now trembling in his lap. "I saw him go into the radio carrage, he said he wanted to contact HQ and update the SOG command of the situation he sent me to tell you that” He explained, his voice quivering.
"Alright then, I think you need to stay with us. Here, have a seat." She suggested pointing at a chair in the carriage, keeping her eyes on the train conductor. He nodded, still sweating and looked thankful for the offer. Liz couldn't be too careful at this point.
Liz moved to secure the carriage door until she realized something about the train conductor's attire.
His uniform had several discrepancies in its design, and he looked noticeably different from the rest of the train staff - the pieces suddenly started to add up.
"You're not one of them?" Liz asked skeptically as she stepped closer to him. "You're not wearing the same uniform as the other staff, and we’re that arm band