Bianchi Twins | On Hold

Four

Armani's POV

Andrea shakes me awake. I groan and squint my eyes at her.

"Wake up. We're landing soon. Go get dressed then meet me at our seats." She says. She leaves the rooms and I groggily get up.

What time is it? I look out the plane's window and see the sun is up.

I change into the same pair of black ripped jeans I wore yesterday. Only this time, I have a red hoodie and a beanie on. I leave the bedroom and go to where Andrea is already sitting. I sat in the seat next to her just as the pilot's voice could be heard.

"Please put your seatbelts on, we're landing." Me and Andrea comply. I glance at the window just as we hit the runway. "Attention all passengers, we have landed. Welcome to Sicily, Italy." The flight attendant from earlier comes out of the staff room/pilot area.

"I'm here to escort you outside the plane." We nod and grab our bags from the compartment. I pack my sketchbook into my backpack. Andrea puts her things away also. The girl, who I don't know the name of, considering it was Andrea that socialized with her, escorts us off the plane.

There's many guards and security all around the jet, entrance, and exit. That's sketchy, but I choose to ignore it for now. I get out first and Andrea follows after me with her backpack hanging on her shoulder. We go inside the packed airport.

"Okay... so you know where to go right...?" Andrea says. I look at her worried.

"I thought you would know where we should go." I tell her. She looks at me with wide eyes. Shit, we're screwed. I felt a buzz in my pocket. I take my phone out and notice I have a message from an unknown number.

Meet me at the McDonald's in the airport

That's sus, like wtf would I meet an unknown number? Eh, might as well check it out.

"I got a text telling us to meet at McDonald's. Apparently they have one in this place." I tell my twin. She nods, "Let's ask that guy where it is." She gestures towards one of the airport security guards.

"Okay." I say, following her. Andrea goes up to the man and starts speaking Italian.

"Ciao. Stiamo cercando i McDonald's. Puoi dirci come ci arriviamo?"

(Hello. We are looking for the Mcdonald's. Can you tell us how we get there?")

The man nods. "Sì, naturalmente. Da qui svoltate a sinistra, dove troverete una scala mobile che vi porterà al piano di sotto. Da lì, segui le indicazioni che dicono food court. Una volta arrivato alla food court, vedrai McDonald's, una caffetteria e alcune bancarelle italiane." He kindly tells us.

(Yes of course. You take a left from here, where you will find an escalator that will take you downstairs. From there, just follow the signs that say food court. Once you get to the food court, you will see McDonald's, a coffee shop, and a few Italian booths).

We thank him and follow his directions that leads us to Mcdonald's. "Couldn't this person send a picture of themselves or something? Would have been way easier." I tell Andrea annoyed.

"Why are we even listening to this person?" I shrug at her question. We scan the restaurant looking for our mystery number and find a man sitting down at one of the tables. He is staring intently at us. His arms are covered in tattoos, and another tattoo on his neck. He is wearing, what looks to be, an expensive suit with a gold plated watch.

"Tienes tu arma, ¿verdad?" I ask Andrea. She nods, "si señor protector"

(You got your gun right?)