Right now, I was on an official rescue mission: my task was to deliver evacuation ladders to a cruise ship stranded at sea.
The storm over the Atlantic Ocean was too severe—only my piloting skills could cut through the winds and safely deploy the ladders.
And on that very ship were Jason’s own mother, Margaret Miller, and his younger sister, Lily Miller.
By blocking me from taking this helicopter, he was effectively abandoning his own family’s last chance at survival.
Lives were at stake. I couldn’t play along with their ridiculous love games.
I spoke to him with urgency:
“Jason, I’m here on orders from the U.S. National Rescue Team.”
“The cruise ship in the Atlantic is already starting to sink.”
“If I don’t get in there soon, everyone on board will perish.”
Jason gave a cold laugh.
“What, the rescue team can’t manage without you?”
“You’ve been retired for years. You’re not even officially on their roster anymore—why keep pretending you’re some kind of hero?”
“Did you ever think maybe nobody even asked for your help? That you’re just trying to make yourself the star of the show?”