The plane shuddered again, a deafening explosion rocking the cabin. Henry tightened his grip on the edge of the doorframe, his voice cutting through the chaos.“Simon, status!” he barked.Simon’s voice crackled over the intercom, strained but clear. “We’re losing altitude! They’ve taken out one of the engines. We’ve got minutes, maybe less.”Henry turned to Léa, his gaze fierce. “You still think this is suicide?”Léa loaded her gun with a sharp click, her expression hardening. “If it is, I’m taking a few of them with me.”“Good,” Henry said. “Because there’s no turning back now.”The sound of bullets ripping through the plane’s exterior filled the cabin, the metallic screeches clawing at their ears. Henry kicked open the side hatch, the icy wind howling as it rushed in, whipping against their faces and stinging their skin.“Stay low!” he shouted over the roaring wind. “We need to hold them off until Simon gets us closer to the ground.”Léa pressed her back against the wall, her finger