"...I'm telling you man, almost made me swear off Chinese food forever!" Yoder said to Oscar. The two mercenaries had been chatting for the past hour.
"Yeah, right. I've never seen you refuse an egg roll." Oscar said. "Ever."
"...I said almost. Besides, my date was a looker. You remember, the girl with the blonde hair...uh, red scarf...uh, wh...what was her name?"
"I don't keep track."
"Oh, you remember her, she was the one that was wearing the...Hold on..."
Yoder stopped.
"You hear that?"
The two men turned and saw the propellers on their Fokker began to turn.
"Go! Go! Go!" Yoder yelled as the two men ran for the plane.
The mercenaries managed to board the plane just as it was beginning to lift off the ground.
Yoder headed to the cockpit.
"Land the plane, right now!"
"No!" Nima yelled.
"Do it! Or I swear, I'll take you down, right now!"
Suddenly, Oscar grabbed Nima and threw her out of the seat.
The plane began to nosedive.
"What the hell!?" Yoder yelled.
"No problem! You got this!" Oscar said as Yoder got into the pilot's seat.
Nima pulled out a knife. Oscar turned to Nima.
"Land this thing...now!" Nima yelled.
"Not gonna happen!" Oscar said.
Nima began swinging the knife at Oscar. Oscar fell back to avoid being slashed, knocking into Yoder who lurched the plane.
Nima threw her knife at Oscar, missing him.
Oscar grabbed Nima by the head and headbutted her, rendering the woman unconcious.
"We good?" Oscar asked Yoder.
"Uh...no...not so good." Yoder said.
Oscar looked. Nima's knife had been thrown into the control panels, sending sparks flying.