A Game Called Mafia (ONC)

FOUR

 The plane was reaching its final leg of the transatlantic voyage from Seoul to Chicago. My anxiety was reaching its final climb to the point of no return. I chewed on my thumbnail as I furiously went through the mission documents, looking for hidden clues in the outlined memos. Then again, there was so little information written for us, that over the next few hours I had all but memorized the memos.

Jun stood up to stretch, caught sight of me, and sighed patronizingly at me. "You need to chill."

"Jean is also not 'chill'," I hissed at him. "How are you so chill?"

"Because I know Jean will do the right thing and not let us get in trouble."

"Jean has to let us get in trouble," I shot back, looking at the man in the front of the carriage. He seemed to be sleeping. "We don't have a choice."

"We do. For some reason, Jean hacked into the files and now, he knows something we weren't party to as of a few hours ago. This changes things."

Jun cracked his knuckles theatrically, "We are not going down nicely."

"I don't think that's the saying."

A flight attendant approached us. "Please take a seat, we are preparing to land."

I tightened my seat belt and gripped the arm rests as the plane made its descent. Finally, we reached a full stop at the gate, the seat belt signs turned off, and we were allowed to grab our stuff and head to the gate.

Jean slipped on his coat, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. "We have nothing to worry about."

Azena slipped her hand through his as we exited the plane into the tiny hallway that connects us to the airport. "Of course not, honey."

Jean, like I, sensed something was up. "Azena, no."

She flashed him a smile and turned to wink at Jun and I as we walked behind them. "Jun, I know you got me."

I shot a bewildered look at him but he gave her a nod which scared me even more. We crossed the threshold into the airport and then Azena took out her phone, shrieked at it, and slapped Jean.

"HOW DARE YOU CHEAT ON ME WITH MY OWN MOTHER!"

I stared, shocked. Jun yanked me forward as Azena yanked Jean to a full stop, causing the disembarking passengers to pause with gross curiosity.

Jean shook his head. "I don't know what you're playing at."

I caught sight of the strange man rushing past all the dumbfounded strangers. Azena and Jean were not pausing as they continued to argue. She marched ahead, still holding out her phone like an offending weapon. People cleared the way for her.

"I cannot, cannot believe you had sex with my mother," Azena yelled, shaking the phone back at him. "Was she better than me?"

Jean shot us a worried look over his shoulder before addressing Azena. "It was all a mistake. Calm down."

"CALM DOWN?" she shrieked, stomping ahead. People swirled around them, enticed by the gossip and real life drama unfolding before their very eyes.

Jun held my arm as he dragged us a few steps back from them, keeping a look on the man as he too struggled to get near Azena and Jean.

"This is a stupid idea," I muttered, pointing at the man. "There is no way he's going to believe this."

"Be quiet," Jun murmured as he led us forward. I pulled my arm free as we reached a corner, an intersection where passengers could go to the bathroom before reaching customs.