It was tense… more than tense, as the plane finally landed and, well, nobody said a word. Everybody just stared at Jas as he was looking out the window as the plane was being taxied, and then that was it. Ready to get off, though nobody stood up.
A mont of silence, a mont of stillness, that was it, as everybody just remained in their seat. Even the pilot didn't move from their seats, because well, they got a briefing about the situation… and also, they'd been through monts like this… if they need to dip, they dip, no questions asked.
Yeah, that plane was their safe place, but getting off it ant one thing… they could be fucked. That was the situation that Jas needed to be careful about, that he really just fucking flew into Maraci, with a fake identity, with his family, and the family on the line, with everybody's life on the line who ca with him.
Get off the plane or just wait till the plane refuels and go back?
It was the first situation Jas was actually stressing about. Like, coming here, being on the plane was like a big hallucination or maybe it was the adrenaline, the emotion of yesterday, what happened, how he got fucking slapped, how his emotion ca to the surface, how fucked up that day was.
But, he understood it well, that this is a situation where he needs to act as a boss, where he needs to push down his emotions and think as a mafia leader, as a Don, not as sobody whose emotion is controlling him.
"Sir?" The flight attendant walked up to him. "Should we—"
"Thank you, we're getting off." He said as he stood up, but his voice was firm. It was full of worry and what could happen to them… but also with determination. They ca here and are not going to leave until he sees them.
"We're getting off, boys." Arine shouted through the plane, and in a minute, everybody was ready, standing and well, realizing that this is truly an adventure, as the door opened and the stairway rolled down.
"Have a fun ti, sir." The flight attendant said her goodbye as Jas did his first step going down the stairs, but there was nothing.
No SUVs, no military, no police, just a bus waiting for them. It was calm, and hot as fuck.
"It gotta be at least 40." Mike said as he was dressed in plain black just like everyone.
"It is." Jas said as he reached for the suitcase. "Money will be with if sothing happens to any of you." He grabbed it from him, and they, with a glance, started walking toward the bus, which was nothing unordinary, and took them from the airstrip to the terminal.
Everything seed to go smooth, no fuck-ups, no shouts, flashbangs, just a normal day, and it seed to be that's it, as they walked through the terminal without being searched or needing to go through the TSA.
"Wasn't it too easy?" Mike asked as he was looking around for any threats, but this whole situation was the threat itself.
"Yeah, sothing is up." Jas said as he too realized that there was no fucking way there isn't even one search, or one person asking them who they are or sothing. They just walked through the terminal.
"Maybe we… it was just us… overcomplicating it?" Arine spoke on the other side of Jas.
"I think so—"
"Are you Franc Mihaly?" A voice with a heavy accent suddenly ca from straight up ahead, interrupting Mike, and, well, they all stopped, because in front of them were no fucking police but sothing far dangerous then that.
It was a tall man, like 2 ters tall, in a suit, glasses, and blonde long hair… though that wasn't the worrying part, but the squad of marines behind him.
Fully stacked ones, AR in their hand, even grenades on so, and with the yellow and black flag with the white dragon in the middle… the flag of Maraci.
"Yeah, it is ." Jas spoke, trying to contain himself, the voice, to not seem stressed or worried about it, though anwhile Mike and Arine were different.
They knew for a fact that the mont it goes wrong, they would be killed. Ain't no way they were going to throw up their hands against fucking ARs and even a light machine gun on one of the soldiers.
"Nice to et you." the man continued. "Can I have a talk with you?" He asked as he stepped closer to Jas and offered his hand.
"Of course, though, can I ask what your na is?" He asked back, careful with it and wording like if he was really a politician as the man shook his hand and it was firm… to be truth he grabbed it hard, almost like he tired to overpower Jas, and well, he did, with his fuck-ass tall body.
"I am Darvik Vinhon, Minister of National Defence of Maraci." He said as he just gripped even more of Jas's hand, though he wasn't just letting it go and he gripped it back hard, though it was embarrassing looking at each other's eyes, while Mike and Arine noticed that more soldiers ca in the door.
"It is quite surprising to be welcod by a Minister of Defence."
"Yeah it is, but it is Maraci after all, a wonderland." He said, though Jas didn't understand what he ant by it. "So can we talk in private?"
"Of course we can." He replied with a warm smile, and Darvik tilted his head and gestured toward a hallway and Jas just straight walked there and then into a room, which looked like a typical interrogation room, one table, two chairs.
And again just silence as they looked at each other, like it was a psychological warfare that Darvik wanted, but on Jas it didn't really work. He just looked… calm and nonchalant. Not a single stressed movent.
"Am I being detained?"
"Ohh, don't joke… no. Just wanted to welco you to my holand with a little talk. You know, our diplomatic relationship is almost nonexistent with many countries." Darvik said as he crossed his legs and leaned forward.
"Hmm, yeah I know about it as everybody else in the world." Jas said as he smiled. "But it's strange to be welcod by a Defence Minister… it feels like sothing's going to happen that is not good for nor you."
"Well it's only bad for you." He looked deep into Jas' eyes. "President William, out of nowhere, sent so many people to the embassy, and now even you… is he going to war? Does he want to co here to save himself, and you're just preparing the stage for him?"
"Not really. I'm just here to do so audit and inspection at the embassy, and nothing more. And President William is currently fighting against the criminals." Jas answered him in the best way he could to maintain his governnt official persona, though silence followed.
Darvik just leaned back and put a smile on his face, and not a second later, he just chuckled by himself.
"What is so funny?" Jas asked as he smiled too, to match him.
"Why Franc Mihaly… like they couldn't have made up a better na? Not one that is rare, that is almost nonexistent… and your real na is far more like, powerful and demands respect. Bellini. How cool of a na is it compared to mine?" He chuckled again. "Like Bellini, it is a mafia na, and pairing it with Jas… your parents did a great job with that na. Jas Bellini. Though Lucian topped you, his na was just perfection. Number one. Nobody will top that."
Panic… an emotional feeling that Jas hadn't felt in a long ti… just the purest panic. He tried to hide it away, but his body didn't listen, and first his finger, then his leg started to shake.
The big plan just shattered within minutes.
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