Economy Class Lounge ~Men in Rags~

The Economy Class lounge was painfully bare by default. There were only chairs and windows beside the actual passengers.
"Wow, what a nice view! Looks like we'll be able to enjoy our trip even as Economy Class!"
"Yo, Jacuzzi."
A gangster-like youth in cheap wear faced the tattooed man, who was looking out of the window in great excitement.
"Are you really sure?"
"Huh? About what?"
"Don't give me your 'What's! About robbing the storage cart, of course! It's no time for sightseeing! I'm asking whether you're serious about what we're planning!"
"Jack, people next door can hear you. The wall here is really thin."
The woman with glasses over one single eye patch scolded quietly. On the other hand, Jacuzzi - the man with a large tattoo (on his face) - was on the verge of tears.
"S-sorry. I know it was brought out of the blue but..."
"Don't do it if you're already apologizing!"
"Then I won't apologize. Let's do our best with our robbery plan!"
"Can't you at least apologize properly?"
"W-wha-what do you want me to do then?"
"Don't do anything! Stop crying, first of all!"
Half embarrassed by Jacuzzi's tears, the youngster roughened his voice.
"Gee, now get it together will ya... you're supposed to be our boss, after all. Or actually, was there a need for you to be here in the first place? You can just leave the tough job to specialists like us and Donny, y'know."
"Huh, did you call?"
A big brown man spoke up from the corner. However, he was completely ignored by the youngster who went on with his grand speech.
"Anyway - what I'm trying to say is, you better value your life more as the Boss."
The tattooed man murmured calmly.
"I don't want to die, and I don't want you guys to die either. That's why..."
He closed his eyes and smiled tearfully.
"I'll think about all this hard stuff you said after I die."