Pan watched the man fall to the ground with a smile on his face, and yawned, jumping down from the roof of the jet, and then grabbing onto the window frame, swinging himself back inside the jet. "All taken care of, Cap'n!" He tilted his head and grinned.
"And we've taken care of these guys too!" Malincha added, as she and Shen had tied up and gagged all of the mercenaries on the jet. Grabbing one of the mercenaries by their head, she took a selfie with them, a bright smile on her face and a look of terror and confusion on the mercenaries'.
"Good! The only thing left to do now is figure out who the hell those guys were, and who snitched them on us." Banjo reached for his tie, and promptly tightened it before heading over to the cockpit of the airplane.
"Don't bother." Shen stepped in front of Banjo and shook his head. "He won't talk, not a single will. They have a lot more to fear then our own wrath."
"What's scarier than being thrown off the plane by our resident psychopath?" Malincha held a hand to her mouth and giggled, and Pan nodded his head.
"The shallow lady has a point. They just witnessed us wipe out their entire squad, he should know what we're capable of." Pan agreed, yet Shen did not budge from where he was standing.
"What's scarier? Perhaps having six generations of your family lined up and murdered. These men are from the Villegas Mafia, not a single one of them would sell out to us. Not even with your help, Pan." Shen replied, and Malincha slid her phone back into her pocket.
"Village Mafia? Is that a band?" Banjo scratched his head, and Malincha shook her head.
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"It's the Villegas Mafia. They're an organized crime organization spread all throughout South America. They profit off murder, and to be honest, would kill literally anyone if the money was right." Malincha explained, and Pan looked down at the X shaped scar on each of the mafia member's heads.
"So that's what the ridiculous scars are for? Does it really matter though, it's not like the Village Mafia is going to find out, we're in a jet." Pan shrugged his shoulders, and Banjo just sighed.
"Not if we plan on keeping these guys alive. If the pilot snitches, it's likely these guys will inform the boss of what the pilot did. And we have no way to ensure that they don't, nor the time. All we need to know is that they're from the Villegas Mafia." The shards of window scattered across the floor of the jet started to rise up slowly, before slowly pulling towards each other, as Pan reassembled the broken glass windows, inserting them into the frames once again.
"Shen's right. Our first and foremost priority is getting to Argentina before they can stage anymore attacks! Since they already know of our location, I think we should play defensive and let them come to us." Banjo got back into his seat, making himself comfortable and resting one leg over the other.
"Are we even sure those were the only ones? If they've been watching us for a while, they should already know what we're capable of. I mean, if I were them I'd have some sort of Plan B!" Malincha leaned against one of the windows and took a glance out into the sky...despite the battle that had just taken place on the ship, the sky was still peaceful, and beautiful.
And yet, as Malincha searched the sky, something caught her eye. It looked like the silhouette of a horse, moving through the air towards them swiftly, and jumping from cloud to cloud. Malincha closed her eyes, and then opened them again. The mysterious figure was still there. What the hell? Malincha thought.
"Guys, come take a look at this, I swear to god there's someone riding a horse on the sky!" The figure was getting closer and closer, moving towards the Jet at terrifying speeds, and as the figure got closer, she could see the person riding the horse. A man with short black hair, blowing wildly in the wind, in a gaucho costume.