Outside the cockpit, two more pirates were already working on the cargo. Crates scraped across the wet floor, heavy clasps snapped open. Noah strained against the rope, fingers twitching. He looked toward the overhead panel, trying to think of something, anything.
But with his hands bound and two pirates standing inches away, there was nothing he could do. Jamie shifted back instinctively—and tripped. His foot caught under the co-pilot chair, and he tumbled backward—straight onto the center console. The whole plane jolted.