Perfect landing into the woods

"I don't know, Megan." We were in Hunter's private jet flying back home leaving Paris and all those craziness behind, but still my mind was restless. I couldn't sleep even after trying for the past six hours; even the lush leather of those seats couldn't comfort me. I had this weird feeling inside like the worst was yet to come.

"I can clearly see something's bothering you. Why don't you share? I might be able to help you know," Megan suggested.

"I can't tell you... If they saw they'll hurt him." 

"You know we're thousands feet up in the air with only birds watching us. I doubt they're intelligent enough to get feathery spies." 

A light chuckle left my mouth. "You're right." I thought for a second. "What about spy cameras?" I did a subtle scan around the deluxe interior of the plane. 

"No chance! This is sir's extremely private property with Chris in charge. You