The buzzing of the aircraft echoed unceasingly in the cabin. On the side, a constant tapping signified the constant working of the telegram machine.
Garen sat on the starboard-side of the aircraft, wearing a golden earring on his left ear. It was snapped onto his earlobe, as the pins on it were not able to pierce his skin.
He touched the earring, it was engraved with a number 9 as an indication of his status in the Golden Loop. Whenever he accesses Golden Loop’s resources, he’d need to show the symbol before his subordinates can identify and follow his orders.
The aircraft wasn’t large, it’s only enough for a dozen people to fly in.
The pilots were two Golden Loop members in black, they also wore the golden earrings, but the numbers engraved on them were three digits.
Third Senior Brother Joshua sat beside Garen, both his bodyguards sandwiching him from his front and back, protecting him.