I don't have a choice. It's either kill the lycans down the compartment or let them be. If I let them by, the chances of their escape and creating havoc in the vicinity of the airport where humans crawl is hundred percent, and that percent will become lycans too.
"Fuck!" I murmured to myself.
"Hey, boy," I said to the teenager, who seemed to enjoy his little flight.
"What?"
"Make sure to control this big junk. I have something to do in the compartment. No matter what noise creates an alarm, fly the plane. Understood?"
"Yes, captain," he said.
I walked out of the cabin and called the male stewardess.
"Calm these people when I go down the compartment. Do not open the door or-"
