"You don't have to do this!"
The major looked at me with wide, terrified eyes. His fear was evident in the sweat rolling down his temple.
"Yes, we do. We don't have a choice!"
Time was running out, and he knew it. Everyone who was crammed in that tight space in back of the plane knew it. Soon the hijackers would come with thier machine guns, and their bad tempers and would most likely shoot them all dead before they had a chance to even blink.
The major's eyes withdrew from my gaze and started to explain to the passengers how to open their parachutes.
"You don't understand. We have a legitimate chance of surviving here!"
Everyone turned their attention to me, each with a mixture of disbelief and hope on their faces.
"If you have a better idea on how to get out of this alive; I suggest you share with the rest of us."
Every eye was glued on me, and I found it very peculiar that no one else had discovered the obvious solution before I did.
"Don't worry, everyone. Indiana Jones is on the plane with us! He'll beat up the bad guys in the end and save the day!"
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This was really random I know, but I saw the movie Air Force One with Harrison Ford the other night and me and my mom were talking about how we would have rather took our chances with the gunmen instead of jumping out of the plane. Yeah, those people were crazy. (LOL) I was talking to my mom and said, "Man, if Harrison Ford was on that plane then I totally wouldn't have jumped, I would've been like, 'Hey, it's okay! Indiana Jones is here and he'll save us!'" And come on, did you really believe that he wouldn't save his family in the end? XD