Set as a trap, Trudy pushed in a kar, winkelwagen a food. She convinced the cop that there was biefstuk in cart. She then knocked him out.
"Trudy!?" We all shouted. She grabbed the key and unlocked the door. She tossed both me and Jake a gun. We ran the halls of the ship in till we came to the helicopter hanger. We loaded onto the helicopter then the general shot at us. I lost my breath as a bullet barley missed my head. We celebrated as we took off. Thats in till Grace held a bloody palm.
"Oh god" I zei , "Jake"! He came over and worked on Grace. Being me, I blamed myself. Quirch isn't going to get away with this I swore. Then I had an idea.
"Jake, the Na'vi"!