Csongor was standing in one corner aiming a pistol at a crew member who had, apparently, remained at the controls through everything that had just happened. Marlon was talking to the guy in Mandarin: "You don’t have any choice," he said, as if he were repeating something that he’d said before and that this pilot had been too stupid to take in. "You have to take us out of here. Get us to Taiwan or the Philippines or something. We don’t have any time to waste!"