Story 64: The Midnight Train to Budapest

Ravi clung to the side of the train, his fingers gripping the cold metal as he maneuvered towards the window. His mission was clear: retrieve a valuable item from the compartment inside and eliminate anyone who got in his way. But as he peered through the window, the scene inside made his blood run cold.

Eva, dressed scantily and clearly distressed, sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes wide with fear. Colonel Varga stood menacingly over her, his pistol drawn and aimed at her head. Sergeant Novak, caught in a moment of hesitation, seemed to wrestle with his conscience.

Ravi's heart pounded as he assessed the situation. He had no love for Varga or his cruel methods, but his objective was more important than any personal vendetta. Silently, he slid open the window and slipped inside, his movements as fluid as a shadow.