CHAPTER 18
“What’s going on?” Kennedy asked the flight attendant who rushed past her.
“Smoke alarm,” he shouted and pulled a fire extinguisher out from a cabinet.
“Don’t waste your time,” General chuckled. “It’s too late for any of you now.”
The flight attendant gave him a half-hearted kick and then flung the bathroom door open. Thick, black smoke poured out from the lavatory. Kennedy’s eyes stung, and her lungs were momentarily paralyzed.
“Get to the front of the cabin.” The flight attendant waved them away. Kennedy reached across the aisle for her backpack.
“What about me?” General asked, fear lacing his words for the first time.
“You shut up.”
Another low chuckle. “I deserved that, I suppose. Just remember, I did this for my kids.”
The flight attendant didn’t respond. Kennedy g
