Jamie stared at the blocked side door, heart pounding. One of the crates they had used to brace it had started to shift slightly with every bump. “They’re right next to us,” he said, barely above a whisper. Noah said nothing. He was listening too. Then they both heard it.
A dull bump. Then another. Something was hitting the outside of the plane. “They’re testing us,” Noah said. “Seeing how easy it’ll be to climb on.” Another bang—louder now. Then a dragging noise, like someone scraping something heavy across the outside.