The thing wearing Richard Strand's skin is not Richard. Richard would never have brought her here.
It is not Azazel, who would kill her and happily fly to Geneva like the General he was.
Somewhere Richard Strand smiles and Azazel screams as Richard rises and nods.
"If you have lied to me I swear to you I will hurt you." He points a hand at her before he strides to the cockpit. The pilot is a clean cut military man who turns and stares up at him.
"Doctor Strand sir?"
Yes. Yes. He was Doctor Strand. Richard Strand.
"Turn the plane toward Gilliard France." he pauses, Obey me. Turn the plane around and land it. Than kill yourself.
Outwardly there's a dip and the plan turns, tilting to the side clearly deviating from it's path as Richard braces himself against the wall of the cockpit.
When the plane has righted itself he rises, striding back to Alex and sitting in front of her.
"We're going to Gilliard France." He stares at his shoes, "...This is wrong. We're going to France. But bad things won't happen in France."
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It is not Azazel, who would kill her and happily fly to Geneva like the General he was.
Somewhere Richard Strand smiles and Azazel screams as Richard rises and nods.
"If you have lied to me I swear to you I will hurt you." He points a hand at her before he strides to the cockpit. The pilot is a clean cut military man who turns and stares up at him.
"Doctor Strand sir?"
Yes. Yes. He was Doctor Strand. Richard Strand.
"Turn the plane toward Gilliard France." he pauses, Obey me. Turn the plane around and land it. Than kill yourself.
Outwardly there's a dip and the plan turns, tilting to the side clearly deviating from it's path as Richard braces himself against the wall of the cockpit.
When the plane has righted itself he rises, striding back to Alex and sitting in front of her.
"We're going to Gilliard France." He stares at his shoes, "...This is wrong. We're going to France. But bad things won't happen in France."