I finished off the sketches for the war jet and showed it to the team, ”This is gonna be our war jet, it has room for 2 and has enough fuel to make to fly half the world in 5 hours.” I explained. It was going work, it had to. I wasn’t even a part of the team, my parents died and I was said to be a great asset to the team. The person who was going fly the plane was about to show any minute. ”What’s wrong, where is our pilot?!” Everyone looked at me. ”He is missing, and the countdown to the explosives are underway.” I was confused ”Ok, then where is the backup?” They looked at me again,
The plane just wouldn’t take off.