DN - Door Rip

I leave him, and half leap, half fly to the rear emergency door. It’s already opening, but the inflatable chute is jammed against the ground with several thousand pounds of air pressure. I pull and drag and shove it until it straightens out enough that people can start using it to jump the eight feet or so safely to the ground. The front slide is having the same problems, so I fix it too. Then I fly around to the forward exit on the plane’s left side, the one that’s sort of pointed up at the sky, and rip the door off.

A confused flight attendant with a seriously impressive black eye turns to look at me as I enter.

“Get them out!” I say, and push past her toward the cockpit. When I yank the door open, one of the pilots looks up from examining a wound on the other’s head.

- Dreadnought, Chapter 11