General had the air marshal’s g*n. And I have no idea why he took to calling himself General, but he did. His name’s not what’s important. What mattered is he had the g*n. Which meant from that moment on, he was the one calling all the shots.
GeneralI’ll go back to that first minute or two. It’s hard to describe the absolute chaos in the cabin. Like you could literally feel the fear and confusion in the air. I think that’s what he was counting on. Because seriously. Let’s do the math. One g*n. How many bullets could that be, right? I mean, it wasn’t like it was this big automatic assault rifle or anything. It was just your ordinary, run of the mill pistol. What’s that, like six bullets? And how many of us passengers? Several hundred, right? It’s not like he could have killed us all.
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