Jamie reached the rear hatch first. It had a manual locking bar, but the mechanism wasn’t built for brute force. He kicked a crate into place and yanked down a length of cargo net, tying it around both handles and cinching it tight.
Then he dragged the toolbox across and stacked it on top, gritting his teeth as the plane shuddered beneath him. In the cockpit, Noah ran a quick systems check — not that it mattered much. The plane wasn’t going anywhere. But he needed to know what systems he still had.