Dilemma

They had to go up to their private rooms when they arrived at the Hotel. Fortunately; Tristan couldn't wait to explore his latest collection.

Ian had his phone and shopping bags on the bed, the fire place already glowing softly with the chilly Weather, when he went to the Bathroom. It was burning by the time he was out, and there were thousands of messages on his phone. They kept coming in almost every second.

He was surprised. Who in the World would send such number of messages in such short notice? He understood when he saw it.

Most were from Tristan, showing all the shoes he got, the other was an unknown number.

'ASAP.' Kim.

That's right. The plane already took off 4 hours ago. He checked the tracker, they were at a good spot.

He took out a tiny Detonator from his drawer.

*****

Two days ago.

"Just go, Derrick. I can handle things for a few minutes, or do you have a tank in your bladder?" Ian had been trying to convince his overly-protective co-pilot to go to the Bathroom. The Man had been like a bag full of nerves, ever since they got the Job Offer. And it was absolutely stressful to look after a big Baby, when he had other plans. "You wouldn't want to make a mess here. In 'her' Jet."

Derrick hesitated for a while, but his bladder wasn't even much of a tank. He jumped from his seat. "Just be careful," Ian rolled his eyes as he looked out the window, "I don't know for you, but we can't ruin the biggest trip of..."

"I know, I know. The faster you go, the faster you come back." He said, impatiently. It was like, he had never piloted a plane.

"Be careful."

"Get out."

He slipped something, smaller than a corn seed, into the communicator.

A virus. It was known for very minor explosions, but would gradually spread to other electronic devices in the area and terminates any possible electrical connection.

*****

Ian smirked.

"Small but mighty." He whispered to himself. Though it cost lots, what was that compared to the money he was going to receive?

-----

On the plane

"Can you read me?" No response. "Derrick..."

"What's the problem, Derrick?" Jace asked from the side, adjusting the 'phone across his head.

Derrick turned with a frown. "I'm not sure... Communication problem? Check the other communicator."

Jace flicked a few buttons. "It's not working, Derrick."

He let out a curse, thinking of an option. They were in a dilemma here. "Tell the passengers we're going back to Barleion."

-----

"Ugh," Danielle hit her phone on her palm, feeling extremely irritated. "But you were working just now, you aren't even on low battery yet..... But I just bought you last year... I'm done with these, seems like I'm getting another make next." She said, pensively, as she hit it harder. It was so frustrating to have a phone that wasn't working.

Dana sighed from the side. "Tell me about it." She mused, running a hand over the screen of her phone gently.

Danielle spared hers for once as she swerved to Dana. "Wait, you have the same problem?"

"Obviously."

"Thank goodness it's not just me."

"Well, you spread your infection to me!" Dana breathed. She looked back at the blank screen, pressing the power-on button. It refused to turn on. She threw it on the chair beside her and slammed her head on the headrest, irritated. "And it's now I'm taking pictures in the awesomest jet of my life!"

"I know. My followers are going be so disappointed, you know."

"We do know," they exchanged glances, "Girl, you're not the only one who's got followers, so stop whining, it's so irritating!" She spat at them, scoffing out of disgust.

Dana turned languidly with a little laugh; she wasn't one to keep quiet. "Oh, poor Laura," she cooed, "we don't need old cargos telling us how to live our lives, so you can as well get your sorry, flat butt out of here. Go mind your business somewhere else!"

Laura turned a shade dark.

Laura Lorins, couldn't be described as 'old'. She was just a veteran Actor compared to Dana and Danielle and had been in the entertainment industry 3 years before them. She was just one of the most hated in the Entertainment Industry, for a reason or the other, though mostly by women, the men were blinded by her skin and figure; she was curvy, but not voluptuously.

Jace thought that was awkward, but he still had to attract the attention to himself. "There's been a problem and we're going back to Barleion."

"What?!"