TARGET ACQUIRED // BLOODY IDIOT 🔫
❝ IF I’M A SPY, AND you’re a spy, then who’s flying the goddamn plane ?! ❞
TURBULENCE HITS HARD; knocking her back and robbing Lorraine of her balance. She catches hold of a leather strap hanging from above and fixes the soddingYANK with her most incredulous stare. ❛ Don’t they fucking teach you ANYTHING? ❜ Irritation ebbs at her voice, words practically growled out as she grabs the nearest chair back to propel herself forward, struggling against the plane’s downward and sidelong sway. Ripping open the door to the cockpit, she quickly hoists the dead pilot from his seat, and sits herself down. It’s been awhile. Too bloody long. But she’s sure that she can at least get them on the ground ———- bruised hands grasp the control wheel and begin slowly leveling them out. Fucking Americans. ❛ I hope you bloody well have an answer for this ❜ she calls back loudly and with icy menace coating each word.