Chapter Three
Jas and Carl had their backs to the cupboard they’d put in front of the door, and their legs were braced against the floor. Incoherent shouting was coming from outside, and the cupboard rattled as the underworlders tried to break through. Jas pushed back as hard as she could, but her feet began to slide across the floor as the door was slowly forced open.
“Kratting digifreaks. Give us our weapons back,” shouted a deep voice. “Thieves,” called another. “Erielle should never have let you in. You’ve been nothing but trouble since you first showed your faces.” “Open up,” demanded a third. “Give us what’s ours now, or you’re gonna regret it.” The voices of the angry underworlders resounded through the crack they were forcing wider.
As Jas gasped with the effort of trying to hol
