"Why?" Brie asked. "Is something wrong?" Greg looked at her with annoyed shock on his face. "Of course something is wrong, why else do you think he's saying to take off now?"
"No need to hear it," Brie said, putting up the hand to Greg. "Continue." Hans swallowed deeply. "There are these black cars chasing us, and are probably trying to blow up this plane."
"What?" I mumbled to myself as I looked out the window. And indeed he was right. There were three black cars that were on one side of the plane that were moving at full speed.
I looked to the left, seeing an open window from the other side. I got up, staggering towards there as I tumbled to the other seat. Brie managed to notice my antics and rushed over.
"No, no, no, Connor. Just stay still. If you need help moving, tell either of us. You're not in the condition to just be moving around like that," she said. "Stay still—please."
