Another yell from the men drew her attention back, but they still hadn't seen her. Ava crouched behind the box to watch their argument. She couldn't hear much above the roar of the engines, but she was sure they must be talking about her grandfather, and she was doubly sure they were furious. Grandad never had bothered himself with dated, irrelevant things like diplomacy.

One of them gestured angrily and pointed towards her hiding place. She could have slapped herself -- obviously this would have been the last place they’d seen him! She glanced around for a possible escape, but unsurprisingly there were no clear options in the confined space.

The officer strode towards her looking venomous. Maybe it was better this way. She had exactly one hour, and in a cramped place like this secrecy would only slow her down.