They'd cut it close this time; too damn close.
The plane was going down, there was only one parachute left and for no good reason Murdock was singing an Elton John song. No time to think about it. Just enough to grab Murdock mid-lyric and pull him out of the plane. Free fall took the air from his lungs, leaving barely strength to hold on. If this was the end, they'd go down together.
His chute opened, and Face let out a whoop worthy of Howling Mad himself. They'd live to fight another day.
Talk about being on the jazz.
