“He’s just unconscious,” he said. “But if Brooks is here,” Jamal said, kneeling next to Frank, “who’s flying his plane?” Both of them glanced to where Brooks’s custom aircraft was heading for the runway. “Let’s find out,” Joe said, sprinting toward the taxiing plane. “Call the cops,” Frank said to Jamal as he rose and dashed after his brother. The Hardys raced after the moving plane. It turned on the taxiway and headed for the runway. A startled cry rose from the crowd as the brothers sprinted toward the aircraft. Joe and Frank couldn’t tell if the person flying the plane heard the shouts or if he knew the Hardys were chasing him. Brooks’s customized skydiving plane reached the end of the runway and revved its engine for takeoff. Then it began to roll down the aging concrete, gaining speed as it went. Joe dashed forward and ducked under the tail’s horizontal stabilizer, aiming for the rear door on the plane’s right side. He knew Frank was right behind him, but the aircraft was picking up speed, and he couldn’t wait for his brother to catch up.
