Katie’s POV-
“Wolf, how many are left?” A man called from the front of the plane. That must be Jordan Dalen, the pilot that Kenneth had served with.
“One, but the bastard is hiding behind a car,” Kenneth responded as he buckled my seat belt up.
“The gun crate at the front of the plane, there is a M79 Grenade Launcher with extra ammo. Use it, and get Devil and Phoenix on the plane now, the cops have been called,” Jordan said.
“Going old school, are you?” Kenneth chuckled, as I moved to where Jordan had said.
Kenneth pulled it from the gun crate and moved back towards the door of the plane. “Cover your ears, kitten.”
I did as he said. He took a single step outside the plane onto the steps, and fired a grenade at the car. The explosion was shockingly loud, and I have to admit it mad
