Zain's eyes stayed on the cabin door for a moment.
Then he turned to Savra.
"You're the one who's been to BB-1 before."
"If something like this happens on a high-level border train… what does that tell you?"
Savra leaned back slightly, arms folded, thinking it through.
"If they had the guts to board a VIP line... They're not small fry."
Zain nodded. "C-Rank?"
Savra shook her head.
"If this were inside the city, maybe. But we're almost out of C-Zone range."
She glanced at the window.
"Which means we're crossing into B-territory right now."
Zain's eyes narrowed.
"So they'd need to be B-Rank minimum just to survive the checkpoint perimeter."
Savra nodded once.
"Exactly. And with guns involved… they're not subtle. Either desperate or confident."
Zelia shifted in her seat. "So we're talking… real villains?"
Savra looked at her.
"Not the kind you see on the news stealing wallets."
"These ones? They're either targeting someone or planning something big."
