Jamie’s words came fast. “Okay, okay, then what? Do we—do we cut power? Do we try to hide? Use the cargo to block the doors? What are we even—what are we even supposed to do!?” Noah stared straight ahead. “We make it as hard as possible to get inside. Seal every hatch. Block every door. Buy ourselves time.”
Jamie’s breathing was shallow, chest rising fast. “You’re serious?” Noah retorted, “You have a better idea?” Jamie opened his mouth. Nothing came out. Noah’s voice hardened. “They’re coming. You want to survive? Start moving.” Jamie didn’t wait for another word. He was already up, moving through the narrow aisle as the plane pitched slightly beneath him.