Red and Betty boarded the plane with Tinie and Drake, all of them in the same cabin.
There were even more people inside than Betty had expected. She quietly winced, her facial mask crumpling, which she fixed.
Red scanned the cabin — mostly occupied by members of this faction of Dominion — then looked at Betty, who was doing her best to stay hidden. With this many eyes around, her cover could be blown before they even took off.
"Ahem!" Red cleared his throat and shot to his feet. "Excuse me — why are all of you in this cabin? Can someone make me understand this lack of manners?"
Every head turned, brows drawn together.
Red planted his hands on his hips and looked around with open contempt.
"Do you have any idea who is sitting in this cabin? It's someone very important!" He jabbed a finger at the seat behind him. "Do you honestly think you deserve to be breathing the same air as her?"
Drake scoffed while a few others snickered. Tinie, on the other hand, frowned.
