CHAPTER TWENTY:The Last Message

The old internet café buzzed with a low hum as Rebecca worked tirelessly at the computer. Dust particles floated in the beams of sunlight that filtered through the boarded-up windows, casting a surreal glow on the forgotten space. The town outside was quiet, an eerie calm that contrasted with the storm raging in Ethan's mind.

Ethan paced the room, his eyes darting to the door every few seconds. They had only minutes, maybe less, before their enemies caught up with them. But this was their last shot—if they didn't succeed here, everything they had fought for would be lost.

"How much longer?" he asked, his voice tense.

"Almost there," Rebecca replied, not looking up from the screen. Her fingers danced over the keyboard, the files they had risked their lives for scrolling rapidly across the monitor.

Ethan glanced at the small window at the front of the café, half-expecting to see shadows moving outside. But there was nothing—just the empty street and the oppressive weight of the silence. He couldn't shake the feeling that time was slipping through their fingers.

Rebecca suddenly stopped typing, her eyes locked on the screen. "Got it," she whispered, a mix of relief and determination in her voice.

Ethan moved closer, looking over her shoulder. The files were uploading, the progress bar inching forward. "Are you sure this will work?"

"It has to," Rebecca said, her voice firm. "I've sent the files to multiple independent news outlets, whistleblower platforms, and public forums. Once they're out there, it'll be impossible to cover it up."

Ethan nodded, a sense of finality settling over him. This was it—the culmination of everything they had been through. The truth would finally come to light, no matter the cost.

The progress bar reached 100%, and the screen flashed with a confirmation message. The files were out. It was done.

Rebecca leaned back in the chair, her body sagging with exhaustion. "We did it," she murmured, her voice a mix of triumph and fatigue.

Ethan placed a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it gently. "You did it," he corrected. "None of this would've been possible without you."

Rebecca looked up at him, a faint smile playing on her lips. "We did it together, Ethan. We both knew the risks."

He nodded, though his mind was already racing ahead. The files were out, but their enemies wouldn't stop. They would come for them, and they had to be ready.

"We need to go," Ethan said, his voice low. "They'll be here any minute."

Rebecca stood, wincing as she straightened up. "Where do we go now?"

Ethan thought for a moment, his instincts kicking in. "There's a train station a few miles out of town. If we can make it there, we might be able to get out before they realize what's happened."

Rebecca nodded, and together they moved toward the door. As they stepped out into the sunlight, the quiet town seemed almost peaceful, a stark contrast to the chaos they had unleashed. But they both knew that peace was temporary.

They kept to the shadows, moving quickly and quietly through the deserted streets. Ethan's eyes were constantly scanning for threats, every sound making his heart race. The weight of the situation pressed down on him, but he pushed it aside, focusing on the task at hand.

As they neared the edge of town, the faint sound of engines reached their ears. Ethan's heart skipped a beat—they were closer than he had thought.

"We have to move faster," he urged, taking Rebecca's hand and quickening their pace.

They broke into a run, the sound of the engines growing louder with each step. The train station was just ahead, its old, weathered structure standing like a beacon of hope in the distance.

But as they rounded the corner, Ethan's worst fear was realized. A convoy of black SUVs was pulling up to the station, armed men spilling out and spreading out in search patterns.

Ethan pulled Rebecca back, ducking behind a building. "Damn it," he muttered under his breath.

"What do we do?" Rebecca asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Ethan's mind raced. They were outnumbered, outgunned, and cornered. But he wasn't ready to give up—not when they were so close.

"We have to create a distraction," he said, thinking fast. "If we can draw them away from the station, we might still have a chance to make it to the train."

Rebecca looked at him, determination shining in her eyes. "What do you need me to do?"

Ethan scanned the area, spotting a row of old, rusty fuel drums near an abandoned shed. An idea began to form. "You see those fuel drums? We can rig them to explode. It'll create enough chaos to give us a window to get to the train."

Rebecca nodded. "I'll handle it. You get ready to move."

Ethan watched as Rebecca quickly made her way to the fuel drums, working with a focus and precision that amazed him. Despite everything they had been through, she never hesitated, never backed down. She was a fighter, and he was grateful to have her by his side.

Within minutes, Rebecca had set up the makeshift explosive. She gave Ethan a nod, and he prepared himself for what was about to happen.

"Ready?" she called out.

Ethan took a deep breath. "Do it."

Rebecca lit the fuse and sprinted back to where Ethan was waiting. They both ducked behind cover as the fuse burned down, the seconds ticking by in agonizing slowness.

Then, with a deafening roar, the fuel drums exploded, sending a massive fireball into the sky. The shockwave shook the ground, and the armed men near the station scattered in panic, their attention diverted by the sudden explosion.

"Now!" Ethan shouted, grabbing Rebecca's hand and making a break for the station.

They sprinted across the open ground, the explosion still echoing in their ears. The train was just ahead, its engine idling as if waiting for them. Ethan's lungs burned, his muscles screaming in protest, but he didn't slow down.

Just as they reached the platform, gunfire erupted behind them. Ethan turned, seeing several of the armed men regrouping and taking aim. He shoved Rebecca ahead, shielding her with his body as they dove for cover behind a pile of crates.

"We're not going to make it," Rebecca gasped, her voice filled with despair.

Ethan's mind was racing, trying to think of a way out. But the gunfire was relentless, and their options were running out. He knew they were trapped.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, Ethan saw a figure moving on the train. A man in a conductor's uniform was leaning out of the door, waving frantically at them.

"Get on the train!" the conductor shouted. "Hurry!"

Ethan didn't hesitate. He grabbed Rebecca and pushed her toward the train. The gunfire intensified as they made a desperate dash for the open door. Bullets whizzed past them, but Ethan kept going, forcing himself to ignore the pain and fear.

They reached the door just as the train began to pull away. Ethan lifted Rebecca up and into the carriage, then hauled himself inside, collapsing onto the floor as the train picked up speed.

The conductor quickly shut the door, then turned to them with a look of urgency. "You're lucky I saw you," he said, his voice thick with a foreign accent. "But we have to keep moving. They'll try to stop us."

Ethan nodded, pulling himself to his feet. "Thank you."

The conductor didn't respond, already moving to the front of the train to increase speed. Ethan helped Rebecca up, the two of them leaning against the wall as the train sped away from the station, leaving the chaos behind.

As the town receded into the distance, the tension slowly began to ebb. They were safe—for now.

Ethan turned to Rebecca, a mix of relief and disbelief on his face. "We made it."

Rebecca nodded, a tired smile on her lips. "We did."

They stood there in the narrow corridor of the train, the weight of their ordeal beginning to lift. The files were out, the truth was free, and they had survived. But Ethan knew their journey wasn't over. There would be repercussions, more battles to fight, and more truths to uncover.

But for now, they had won. And that was enough.

As the train carried them toward an uncertain future, Ethan allowed himself a moment of hope. The world was about to change, and he and Rebecca had played a part in it. Whatever came next, they would face it together.

And for the first time in a long time, that thought didn't fill him with dread—it filled him with determination.