The plane was taxiing as it tried to reach the clear runway. Antione watched the cars gaining on them. He knew in an instant that they were going to try to cut them off.
"Hold onto them," he shouted at Margo and took off to the front of the plane.
This time he didn't bother knocking at the cockpit door. He simply gave the handle a sharp tug hearing the lock disintegrate. Antione stepped into the cockpit to the shocked expressions of the flight crew.
"How far to the runway?" Antione barked the question at the captain.
"About a hundred yards. What the hell do think you're doing?" The captain puffed up ready to get agitated.
"Look out your window. That line of vehicles is trying to cut us off. Drive this thing like you stole it or you'll be someone's dinner tonight." Antione told the man bluntly.
