Bolan dropped his duffel bag into the cargo area

He wasted no time getting to the landing gear and taking a look outside. The small army surrounding the aircraft was focused on the chaos above. The soldier took advantage of their distraction and slipped out next to the wheel, with Smith hot on his heels.

“Now what?” Smith asked, peering out from their meager cover.

“Now we fight our way out,” Bolan replied, “unless you have a better idea.”

“None whatsoever. But we’re a little outmanned, wouldn’t you say?” the agent asked, pulling his gun.

The Executioner shrugged. “Just be ready on my go.”