A four-hour flight definitely wasn't easy.
Blake wasn't sure whether he had ever gone into a plane in his past life or not, but if he had, he certainly didn't remember it well enough to feel accustomed to the experience.
He shifted in his seat for what felt like the hundredth time.
His legs were getting stiff.
His back wasn't exactly comfortable anymore.
And the constant humming of the engines had started to blend into the background of his thoughts.
At least he had gotten a window seat, it really gave him something to do, at least.
He turned his head toward the window and looked outside. Clouds stretched endlessly beneath the plane, bright white under the sunlight.
For a while, Blake simply watched them.
He definitely hadn't paid for the plane ticket himself.
Considering his skill and the arrangements that had been made for the mission, he could've just avoided buying one. Nobody on the plane can even tell he's there anyway.
