CHAPTER 9
KENNEDY GLANCED BACK at Willow, but she couldn’t focus on her roommate before Ray pulled her into an empty seat. “Get down,” he hissed in her ear.
“He’s got a gun,” shrieked a woman from the front of the plane. “Everyone watch out. He’s got a gun.”
Kennedy stared at the marshal’s crumpled form, as if she could wake him up by sheer will power.
“Here’s how it’s gonna go.” The SVSU man had his back to the emergency exit. His voice carried throughout the whole cabin. “You will all address me as General. This here is my lieutenant.” He nodded at the fat man in the Hawaiian shirt. “You are now under our care and protection, got that?”
“What do you want?” squeaked the hysterical woman.
Kennedy’s breath wheezed into her lungs when General leveled the gun in the direction of the spe
