“You got it. This way, folks,” says the copilot, using a flashlight to point a path through the mist. “I can take over from here,” says Sheppard. He takes two steps, then mutters, “What am I saying? I have no idea where we are. Hinder, back to you.” “Two blocks right, three blocks north,” I say out loud. “Somebody was paying attention,” Hinder says over her shoulder.
Sometimes you need to realize you dont need to take charge. Especially when you know jack shit.
