Keeping one hand clenched tight around the walkie, Michael nods. Taking the cockpit is a risky move - but he's prepared for it.

"You point me where to go and I'll be there." His voice is bare whisper, his free hand clenching into a fist. "If they so much as give one of those kids a bloody nose I will kill them."

He doesn't doubt it. Not after what happened on his way in - not after seeing ambulances taking away civilians because of the psychopath that's after him.