'We gotta start the other engine,' Justin shouted back. The right-side engine, after a few coughs and sputters, was roaring. The left-hand propeller was starting to turn. Snake looked back toward the terminal door; it was open a crack now, but he couldn't see inside. He turned toward the front of the plane, where he saw Justin speaking into his headset microphone.
'WHO'RE YOU TALKIN' TO?' he screamed.
'NOBODY,' said Justin, talking loud over the sound of the engines. 'JUST HIM.' He pointed at Frank.
'TAKE THOSE THINGS OFF,' said Snake.
'WE NEED THEM TO TALK TO THE TOWER,' said Justin.
'TAKE 'EM OFF, ZITFACE,' said Snake, pointing the gun at the cockpit. Justin and Frank removed their headsets.
'NOW,' said Snake, 'GET US THE FUCK OUT OF HERE.'
'WHAT ABOUT THE DOOR?' asked Justin.
'I'LL WORRY ABOUT THE DOOR,' said Snake. He was going to leave it open, for now, in case he had to shoot again.
Justin, shaking his head, released the brake and gently advanced the throttles. Very slowly, the plane started to move.
20:40
She did not appear to be in any hurry, but it took Daphne only a few seconds to coil herself several times around Leonard. Leonard knew exactly what was happening, but found that there was nothing he could do to stop it: No matter how he moved his body, or where he put his arms, Daphne oozed effortlessly, casually, around him. Leonard sensed her astonishing strength, but only barely; she never seemed to need it. Leonard was terrified, but even with his terror, and the screaming around him, and the visceral revulsion he felt at being embraced by this thing, his brain found room and time to speculate on an unexpected phenomenon: He did not feel any great pressure; did not feel really squeezed. Instead, he noticed that, each time he exhaled, it became more difficult, and then impossible, to inhale, as Daphne calmly, relentlessly, took up the slack. Leonard was blacking out; he was dying, he could tell. Just like that, it's over, he thought. I'll never see New Jersey again.
And then, in his last moment of consciousness, he thought: Fucking snakes.
20:31
The stairwell was empty except for Monica and Matt. After Snake had fired the wild shot, Monica had told Eliot and Anna to take Puggy back to the main concourse and do whatever they had to do—'set something on fire if you have to' was how she put it—to get police attention and tell them what was going on. Anna had wanted to stay near the plane, but Monica told her that the best thing she could do for her daughter was to get help.
'What about Matt?' Eliot had asked.
'I need him here, in case I need a messenger,' Monica had answered. 'He'll be OK.'
Eliot and Anna raced back up the stairs, followed by Puggy and Nina, who were holding hands. Monica opened the door a crack and peered out at the Air Impact! plane. It was parked so that the plane's fuselage was parallel to the terminal building. To taxi toward the runway, it would have to turn perpendicular to the terminal, meaning that the plane's occupants would no longer be able to see the doorway. The plane's right engine was roaring, its propeller a blur; the left engine was almost there.
'You stay here,' Monica told Matt. 'You watch through this crack, but you don't go out there. When your dad gets back here with help, you tell them what happened.'
The plane had started to move, making a slow turn toward the right. When its windows were no longer visible, Monica opened the door.
'What're you gonna do?' asked Matt.
'Try and stop the plane,' said Monica.
'How?' asked Matt.
'I have no idea,' said Monica. And then she was sprinting across the tarmac. She did not look back.
20:17
Agent Greer led the way through the crowd, shunting people to either side, like a V-bladed snow-plow. Those who didn't get out of his way quickly enough got picked up and tossed like hay bales. Still, it took Greer, Seitz, and Baker a good five minutes from the time they reached the edge of the mob until they could actually see the Delta counter. They heard shouts and screams; they saw uniformed officers, some trying to hold back the crowd, some yelling instructions to each other and pointing toward ... something going on down on the floor, out of sight.
'OK,' said Greer, over his shoulder, as he drove his body forward, through the last few feet of crowd. 'Remember, we get the suitcase.'
19:58
The Air Impact! plane was starting to pick up speed, but it was still moving slowly enough that Monica—who, until sixth grade, when she developed breasts, had been the fastest runner of any gender in her school—was able to close on it. She angled to the left, where she could see the door at the rear of the plane, still open, with a little folding stairway hanging down. She tried not to think about the gun. She would worry about the gun when she caught the plane.
19:50
Henry had never killed a snake, large or small, in his life. But he was a professional, and he gave careful thought—quick, but careful—to how he would handle this situation. He had to shoot the snake's head, that much was obvious; the problem was that the bullet would keep going. Henry didn't want it to hit Leonard, of course, but he also didn't want it to go into the crowd. He didn't want to shoot down, because the bullet would ricochet off the floor, which would be concrete, under the carpeting. Henry decided his best bet was to shoot up, toward the ceiling.
