"What have we got to loose?" asked the youngest of the men who was General over The Air Force. "If he's lying, we'll probably die anyway. I'm for taking the quickest route!"
They gathered in a circle and discussed the matter in hushed voices. Mike went back to the door. He could hear shouting in the hallway now, and running footsteps. He waited a few moments for the men to talk. As he turned back to them, there was a loud banging on the door, and a man's voice ordering to be let in.
"You'd better make up your minds in a hurry, 'cause it looks like we're gonna have company!"
"But how will we get out now?" The Commander Of The Coast Guard asked. "The only exit is blocked!"
"I'll simply have to make another one," Mike explained, "like this!" And he flew right up through the ceiling, making a large opening in it, big enough for a man to fit through. He kept flying until he made the hole directly through each floor above them, and out the roof of the building! When he returned back through, he could hear someone working with a blowtorch on the door, and was almost through it.
"A flying man!" The General Of The Air Force gasped.
"Let's get out of here!" The General Of The Army shouted.
"Then, I guess we all agreed that going with you is best," The General Of The Marines laughed, "but how do we get up there?"
"There's no time for me to fly you out individually, but the best way I can think of is, when I rise up off the floor, to your height, grab my ankles and hold on as tight as you can. Then, I'll rise up again, and someone also will do the same with your ankles, and so on, until you're all holding on to each other's ankles, and then we'll be flying high! Are you ready?
Mike did as he'd explained, floating just over The General's head. The man hesitantly grasped his ankles. Each man obeyed the instructions. The General Of The Air Force was last to go. He took ahold of his coworker's ankles very hesitantly.
"This is one type of flying that wasn't in the manual!" he said nervously, "I hope I'll be able to handle it!" And as soon as he was ready, they were all air borne, and just in time. Just as The General Of The Air Force's toes cleared the edge of the opening Mike had made, heading toward the building's higher levels, the rebels burst into the room, guns armed and ready to shoot on sight.
"Where did they go?" the soldiers gasped, "There's no other way out!"
"I guess there is now!" another exclaimed, pointing to the ceiling in amazement.
The guard leader radioed the men stationed on the upper floors to position their people around each gap in the building they found, but their period of suspenseful waiting would come to naught. Mike accelerated his speed once again to faster than the human  eye could see,  and found himself