“You do know how to fly one of these, right?” Sheila’s voice wavered as she watched the four gunmen cross the airfield toward them.
“Fly? Yes.” Dan nonchalantly dismissed the question. He looked around the cabin, checking gauges and squinting as he read the switches. “Ahh, here it is.” Confidence filled his voice as he flipped one of the large switches.
“Um…there going to be here any second.” The metal near the nose of the aircraft sparked as a bullet ricocheted off of it. She screamed. “Dan!”
“Starting… is a different subject.”