The spiral of men slowly contracted against the tiny airship below, until the last man in front of her made some sort of sign at her and arrested his movement in one elegant tilt.

Panicked, Elletra opened the flaps out and managed to replicate some of that movement by leaning backwards. Slowing, she snapped the flaps closed again and tucked into a ball, making contact with the deck just behind a sealed crate.

As soon as we get out of this, I’m going to kill him, she quietly seethed, although she couldn’t deny that the experience had been utterly exhilarating. She yanked on the disengage buckle and took a deep breath while drawing a stiletto knife.

It suddenly dawned on her all the shouting seemed to be in Hawkeye’s voice. He stood with the rest of the men facing an identical line of the airship’s own crew.

“Under current treaty conditions we are legally entitled to examine your cargo and so we demand!”

The leader of the other line stepped forward.

“We require some kind of identification.”