Excerpt from Latitude ZeroThe two of them peered into the container, as if scanning the bikes.
“It’s good,” the guy muttered. “Let’s get out of here.”
Then they both jumped off the back of the container.
SLAM. The door closed.
SCREECH. The metal bar outside the door slid across the latch.
“Hey!” I shouted. “Let me out!”
CLICK. CLICK. CLICK. The tumblers in the padlocks turned.
I squeezed out of the tangle of bikes I’d wedged myself into, and made my way to that space by the doors. I banged on the doors. “I’m trapped in here! Let me out!” I cried.
Then I was thrown against the doors, as the truck went into reverse.
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