Greg pushed Meriden into his room and quickly locked the door behind him. He placed a chair under the latch to hold it. Meriden pocketed the map and coin.
“Now what?” she asked. “We’re trapped like rats in here.”
Greg’s eyes fell on the window, “Not necessarily.”
“Not necessarily! Unless we learn how to fly, I don’t see us having much of a chance!”
Greg unlatched the window and threw it open. He leaned over, looking down at the alley below.
“I think I was better off with the pirates,” Meriden whispered.
Something slammed against the door.
“Then again,” she ran over to the window.
“We have to jump!”
Meriden looked down at the bare ground, “You first!”
Another thud came from the door as a small, splinter of wood was broken out by an ax. A pistol barrel was forced through the hole and fired. Meriden and Greg ducked.
“We have to jump, now!” Greg demanded.
There was another crash. The door began to break in half. Greg glanced out the window. He swept one arm under Meriden’s knees, forcing her off her feet. He caught her back and hugged her to his chest. She instantly wrapped her arms around his neck.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING!” she panicked. “I DON’T THINK THIS IS THE TIME TO SWEEP ME OFF MY FEET!”
“Don’t worry. I’m just trying to saving our necks.”