"Strap yourselves to the chairs. The flight will be a bit bumpy," one of the two armoured men coldly announced. The first type of emotion Noah had heard in any of their voices so far.
Doing as they were ordered, the group of 43 strapped themselves to their chosen seats, calmly waiting for whatever announcement would be made.
Picking a seat at the back of the room of sorts, Noah had decided on that spot due to the view he hoped to get.
The seats in that room totalled 60, which meant there was at least one seat separating them from each other.
With that done, the guard's exited that room to converse with the middle-aged man. But their voices couldn't be heard.
They eventually finished their talk, and one of the duo immediately went down the ladder, the other walking into the room to say a few words.
