were behind us, and I guarantee you — it froze me to death.
Out of nowhere, the TSA agents that were nearby the Armonk, exchanged their heads at the window and soon enough, yells and orders roared in the air
"Sir!" one of them called.
Rocke immediately went out from the cockpit and inquired, "What?"
"Military planes are behind our tail!" the watchman said, and disturbance was communicated on Demetrius Rocke's face.
"Take shots at them with your wands!" he said. "Man everybody to their stations!"
Before adequately long, men immersed my part of the plane and unexpectedly started to open the base door. Out of nowhere, a draw of wind got me and I battled to keep myself behind the corner. Men kept on climbing into the segment, taking out their wands and terminating at them.
