The thugs seem surprised to see him, but Michael's ready for anything. Even these insanely over-muscled meatheads. Taking several hard punches in the process, he manages to drop the first one with another swift blow to the head - the second takes a whole lot more and as Michael wraps his elbow under the thug's neck and cuts off his oxygen, the man mutters; "Too... late..." he urped, gasping for what little air he could suck down; "girl..."

Michael frowns and drops him when he stops struggling, letting him fall to the floor like a three hundred pound sack of potatoes.

The cockpit is so close... it'd be easy to force open the door and take control - but if the girl is the target, chances are she's already gone or dead... or will be soon.