Your team had just won in Paris, and as a reward, you were bumped up to first class on the plane. But you were never one to enjoy luxury without a plan in motion. First class had its perks—wide, comfortable seats, fancy food—but it lacked what you needed: information. You knew Alejandro was plotting something back in economy, he wanted DJ on his side and you wouldn’t let him do that. You needed DJ on your side.

You found your way to the airplane's air ducts, carefully crawling through them, maneuvering around twists and turns until you reached the section just above economy class. Beneath you, you heard murmurs—DJ's voice, to be exact.

“I’m sorry I tried, okay?” DJ sounded exhausted, as usual. “But you only have to put up with me for one more day.” You peeked through a vent and saw DJ talking to Tyler, who looked frustrated. You knew Tyler had wanted Lindsay to stay in the game, but DJ winning the last challenge meant Lindsay got eliminated.

“Going somewhere, DJ?” Alejandro's smooth voice cut through the conversation. You froze, pressing your ear closer to the vent. “I’m losing the next challenge,” DJ admitted quietly.

“What?!” You gasped, shocked by DJ’s decision. But before you could regain your balance, the vent gave way under your weight. You tumbled down, landing flat on your stomach with a loud thud right in front of Owen’s feet.

“Ow!” you groaned, wincing as you rubbed your sore back.

Alejandro's signature smirk appeared instantly. “What have we here?”

You tried to recover quickly, but you winced again as the overwhelming stench of socks hit you. You had landed face-first near Owen. “Eww!” you cringed.

Alejandro leaned closer, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement. “Doing a little spying, are we?”