"That's the impression I'm getting," Michael snarls, digging the barrel even harder until the large man whimpers.

Steel eyed, he looks at the girl and is silently thankful he can't see her face... it might have been enough to push him over the edge. "Nobody's dying today," he replies coldly; "except maybe the people responsible for this."

He shifts his weight behind the large man - slamming him against the corridor wall. "How many are in the cockpit?" he asks as calmly as he can manage; "If you lie to me, I'll come back and put a bullet in your head."

Michael pulls just enough for a satisfying click that seems entirely too loud. Part of him wonders just how much of the threat is selling it.