If I had a ticket to heaven and you didn't have one too I'd tear my ticket to pieces and go through hell with you.
Brad Rushed to the evac site, hoping to make it out in time. He had clearance, now all he had to do was get out. Getting to the top of the building, he sprinted towards the helicopter that was waiting for him. Finally making it to the 'copter, he got in. Strapping himself in, he asked how many other S.T.A.R.S. had made it out. The pilot Responded: You're the only one. Brad paled. "Jill! She's still in that hellhole! I've got to go get her!" The pilot, noticing the funny look on Brad's face, was about to ask what was wrong when it suddenly dawned on him: This crazy bastard was going back in. "Listen, buddy, you can't go back in there! You'll never make it back out!" Brad looked at him with, for the first time in his life, absolutely no fear. "That's a chance I've got to take for her." He unclipped the seatbelt, jumped out of the helicopter, and made a mad dash for the stairs. If Jill was going to go through hell, then so was he.
