THE KIDNAPPED EMT medic on the soaring plane was attempting in vain to stop the abdominal bleeding wounded, looking up in anguish, she beseeched to Li Chi...

"I am not a doctor and I can't stop the bleeding! He has lost a lot of blood—take him to a hospital now, he needs immediate surgery or you might lose him!" The Chinese Intersexual pointed his gun at the white woman's face...

"No, you do it, bitch—and if the Preacher dies, your head will splat—right here, right now!"

It terrified the medic, even more, Ramirez broke into inane laughter...

"Isn't that is too messy, Leach? I rather throw this cunt out without a parachute."

Ramirez noticed none of his fellow Hispanics onboard was sharing their laughter to his joke—they were in total plaintive silence and were distressed by Doran's severe condition. Some even broke into sepulchral prayers, Ramirez spoke out again...

"No worries, muchachos—this is the Preacher we are talkin' about here, and God is always with him—he will make it once we get into Mexico."