Business Class Lounge ~Men in White~

In a room of relative luxury, Ladd raised his voice in high spirits.
"Well well well, this is gotta be fun and fun and more fun. Isn't that great? I can't stop looking forward to the fun we'll be having before carrying out the real plan. Aren't you guys excited?"
Ladd you bastard, this is beyond screwed up.
Do you think we can actually get proper money out of this? We've got a room full of idiots: everyone is screwed up for believing in Ladd's words, I'm screwed up for not stopping him.
"Hey Lua, are you looking forward to it too?"
He placed his hands beside the face of the woman in front of him - aka. Lua - as he spoke. "Not at all," said Lua who quietly looked into his eyes.
"Hahahahahahahaha, I see I see, this is no good for you. Shall we change it to something better then? When all the guys on this train are dead, when everyone in New York or in this country or in other countries were killed, let's hold a wedding just between the two of us at a church in the forest. Then I'll swear my love to you as I entertain you in the gayest fashion - beautifully, cruelly and carefully - as the last person in this world to be killed by my hands."
What a guy to actually give his fiancee such sadistic words with a gentle smile.
"How's that? Is it a bit more fun now?"
With slightly flushed cheeks, Lua nodded softly to his question.
Ahh what the suck. This woman's gotta be the most screwed up one among us all.
Even if Ladd is a childhood friend, why on earth did I agree to take part in this plan? Just when all the other folks are maniac killers like Ladd, too.
My personal anxiety aside, Ladd's eyes were filled by sparkles of a child.
"We~ll well well? Shall we give both the rich folks in First Class and the poor guys in Economy Class a life's lesson then? That money means nothing before death, good for you all! Muahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha..."