"How long is the flight?"
Suga took a seat, his eyes roaming over each row in the jet. There were plenty of familiar faces, and just as many unfamiliar one. When he had first stepped inside, every head had turned toward him, but the moment they noticed Zion following close behind, they all quietly returned to whatever they'd been doing; closing their eyes tightly, adjusting their masks, lowering their eye covers again, or going back to reading the magazines in their hands.
Most of the passengers here were clearly special forces soldier Zion had brought to the island.
There were fewer of them than Suga had imagined.
He lifted a hand to wave when he spotted Yuze and Zen sitting side by side, but a light tap on his shoulder from Zion urged him forward, breaking his pause. When they reached the very front, Suga slid into the window seat, with Zion settling into the one beside him.
"About six hours."
