The skies were a patchwork of dark and light as the cargo plane soared over the vast expanse of Kazakhstan. Connor, Ethan, and Lady Enki sat in the cramped hold, their eyes darting around cautiously as they huddled together in the dimly lit space. The plane's engines roared loudly, drowning out any attempt at conversation. The air was thick with the scent of jet fuel, and the metallic tang of sweat clung to their skin. The plane rumbled and shook continuously, the sensation of weightlessness filling their stomachs as they soared through the night sky. They had been on the plane for several hours now, with Ethan seeming the most restless out of the trio.
Connor, always the optimist, tried to lighten the mood with his trademark wit as he leaned back against a stack of crates. "Well, this beats riding a donkey through the desert, right?" he quipped, earning a chuckle from Lady Enki and an awkward smirk from Ethan.