After bidding each other, Ishar looked outside the window, at the puffy, white little clouds. However his mind wasn't anywhere near that topic. Naren and Ishar had been rivals ever since they were in school. Both were equally ambitious, and often ended up playing unmerciful pranks on each other.
Truth to be told, it was the fault of both of them, but of course no one would accept that. Their egos were enormously defiant to even think about apologizing first, a common resilience present in a soldier upon confronting enemies.
Suddenly, Ishar felt something painfully prod his back.
He ignored the continuous poking, but after what seemed an hour or so (though it was really just 5 minutes), he turned around with full irritation and glared at the man behind him.
"What do you want?" asked Ishar angrily.
"Oh, you're alive! I was worried that you accidentally died in your sleep."Naren answered sarcastically.
"If I die, I swear on God that I will haunt you to the brink of craziness."
Naren rolled his eyes.
"Well, if there's nothing then I'll just calmly go back. After all, if I lose my anger, the story that you accidentally jumped off a plane without a parachute sounds believable." Ishar said, relishing the thought.
"Actually, I just wanted to tell you to take your seat forward. There's an old woman here whose knees are buckling under the weight of your seat." Naren replied.
Both of them looked at the old woman sitting next to Naren, with curly white hair and wrinkled skin, who was sleeping soundly as though she didn't care that her legs looked like they were going to break.
With one final, unremorseful look at Naren, and an apologetic look at the woman, Ishar slowly brought his chair forward. He closed his eyes and sighed.
It was going to be one hell of a mission.