Skye's the Limit |Book 1 In 'Skye Adventures' Series|

Chapter 8; We Blow a Hole in Our Plane

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   "No-no." Fitz mutters after I spoke about May being able to kick ass and get out of this situation. "She referred from administration."

I scoff and open one eye to look at him.

"Well I've seen her destroy a guy... So."

Ward sighs and glances over at May.

"You've heard of the Cavalry?" He asks, directing the question to Fitz and Simmons.

They both nod.

"They talked about her all the time back at the Academy, how she took-

"She's the calvary!" They both exclaim almost in sync.

"I told you," A weary voice croaks "Don't call me that... EVER."

Well looks like Sleeping Beauty woke up.

"So, Mulan." I joke "How the hell do we get out of here?"

    She nods to me. "We can't go through the door," She speaks looking around the room. " it's bolted, tied to the pressurization line. You 2 geniuses have nothing?" May asks looking at the pair of scientists.

"Well it's hard to think in these intense situations." Fitz says blandly.

   "Don't freeze up." Ward says. "You don't have to solve it all. Just part of it." He gives me a gentle smile, "Right?"

I nod. He actually payed attention to what I had to say and remembered.

Was not expecting that.

"Yah." I try to reassure Fitz. "Pieces solving a puzzle."

And then it came together.

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"This is the worst solution yet." Simmons complains.

    "Reyes will kill us the minute we land. So it doesn't matter." Ward tells her. "Atleast we have a fighting chance."

I guess Reyes is the  name of the head police.

Then reality crashes down on me.

If this doesn't work... We all die.

My breath speeds up slightly at that thought.

I don't want to die.

"OK. What's first?" Ward asks.

"Well we can't get upstairs without going through the lab." Fitz says.

"And the only way to release the door is from upstairs." Simmons says.

I speak up " Hold on, first we are tied to the cargo hold. Unless you can-

CCRRAAAAACCKKK!

I freeze up.

"What the hell was that?" Fitz yelps.

Ward smirks. "Her wrist."

I look at May, who is now free from the ropes.

"Ewwww!" Cries Simmons.

In the distance we hear footsteps get closer.

   "Act natural." May hisses as she rushes up the stairs to the overlook. She hides in a corner right as one of the men walks in and looks down at is.

He does a double take when his eyes reach the end of the line, where May's limp ropes lay.

I smirk at him as I watch May walk up behind him and grab his neck.