"Before we do that, we need to ask him something," I said, as I pointed to the man who was groaning in pain, as the ground continued to be soaked in red. "Come on," I said, as Greg helped me towards him.
Once I kneeled, I turned him towards me, his face shaking as his eyes stared at me in hate. "Is construction of our plane done?" I asked him. He nodded. "But they're just about to destroy it so you guys don't have any chance of escaping."
"Then we'll take it before they do it," Greg said. He shook his head. "You better hope there's enough gas left." I looked at him and cleared my throat, trying to get my most intimidating voice in.
"Where is it?" I asked, trying to pull off a ruthless voice. "It's on the seventh floor. That's all I'm telling you."
"That's all we need to know, dog." I responded back, as Greg helped me up.
