Phoebe's POV
Lucas and Alan both whipped around to stare at Alistair, who merely shrugged before heading to the tiny compartment. The moment he shut the door behind him, complete silence fell over the cabin.
Lucas spun back around. "Alright, time to get this bird in the air." Alan trailed after him.
Within moments, the spacious cabin held only Harold and me. I burst into laughter, shoving his face away as he moved closer. "Better be careful. Those two might gang up on you," I warned.
Harold simply let me push him back, that cocky smirk spreading across his lips. "They probably couldn't take me even if they tried."
I wasn't buying it. Both Lucas and Alan were former special forces legends. Harold might hold his own against one of them, maybe even fight to a standstill. But two against one? His odds weren't looking so hot.
