A woman was announcing a message over the subway speakers, and quickly, Henley pulled out his earphones. At that moment, the electric train came to an abrupt stop on the rails, and Henley braced himself, pressing his hand against the window. He managed to stay on his feet. Interruption of service, the voice announced over and over again. Emergency intervention.
At the sound of those words, Henley glanced up at the screen above the wagon’s door. RED ALERT, the two words flashed in a loop. He checked his phone, but there was no service underground, so he tucked it into the inner pocket of his black suit jacket. Another terrorist attack? Where? In this station?
His throat felt a bit tight as he stared at his reflection in the subway doors, catching sight of the alert look in his dark eyes.
