First Class Lounge ~Men in Black~

The First Class lounge was full of bright, gorgeous decorative colors.
Yet the room was embraced by an endlessly heavy atmosphere contrary to its elegant interior.
"Death is never fair and equal to everyone under its name."
An assembly of solemn faces in formal black wear. At the center of them all, a man spoke up in a rusty voice, slowly.
"Each life has its own value of existence. In other words - the weight of different lives has to be measured differently."
Whether were those words directed at a particular person, or were they simply there to melt into the air, the atmosphere in the room became even darker as each sentence ended.
As if time had stopped altogether, the passing scenery outside of the window became the only sign of time still flowing within the almost lifeless dimension.
A light of chaotic passion resided in each man's eyes, accompanied by a half-dreamy expectation for the "plan" that was about to take place. All except one woman with profound knives in hand.
The woman in black dress didn't seem to be interested in anyone. She continued to gaze into her own eyes reflected by the surface of her weapon - as if nobody around her were of any value, as if the sharp light off the blade were able to seal her murderous spirit within.
However at the same time, every part of the woman except her eyes was on attentive watch of the group in black.
While fully aware of the woman's true intent, no clear sign of objection was raised.
Instead, the men in black patiently waited for further instructions from their leader. As if answering their call, the leader chuckled with a slight twist around his mouth.
"There is no need for hesitation or pity. Why, we're only trying to maximize the life value of those passengers which was essentially cheap beyond imagination. Do not waste any time on sympathy. In order to mark an end to their meaningless past -"
The man's calm voice was filled with pure joy.
"... let us bestow them all a prideful death."