Then, from the left, came a roaring sound of a car coming through, which I was stuck in a trance of relief or panic. I looked behind me, not seeing the able bodies of Brie or Greg.
"No!" I shouted, as I glanced between Hans and the battlefield. "Brie, Greg! Come out, quick!"
But they didn't come out at all, and soon enough, more BMO hostiles began to pour out of the plane, outside of this small door that was mindfully placed on the side of the plane, positioned in the middle.
"Oh, God…" Hans muttered.
"You—over here, now!" a lot of them ordered into a very loud and messy song of noise, which then they suddenly grabbed Hans from inside the car, lifting him as if he was a dog, then dragging him towards the plane.
"Let go of him, right now!" I ordered, but multiple guns were stationed at me, three guards stepping back into the plane but the targets firmly on me.
No, no, no, no, no.
