“What are we going to do?” Shirley yelled.
“The plane is going to hit hard! We have to get out of here!” Chatham yelled.
Shirley almost told him to quit stating the obvious, but it was just not the time to be snarky.
Chatham reached behind him into the small back of the cockpit and produced two backpacks. He handed one to Shirley and began to put the other one on himself. Shirley followed suit and Chatham helped her get strapped in. She had never jumped from a plane or had any need to use a parachute before, but she was ready for anything at this point.
Chatham opened the doors of the plane and waited until Shirley unstrapped herself from the seat. She looked down at the thousands of feet of ground beneath her and began to feel instantly sick to her stomach. She had to look away for a
