Fujino had gotten his Platinum Card a long time ago.
He just did not fly often, so he rarely had a chance to use it.
Mainly because the last time he flew had given him PTSD.
If he had just boarded a plane, only for the pilot to get murdered right after, and then some Middle Eastern compatriot hijacked the aircraft and sent it plunging straight into a building, that would have been absurd.
But this time...
Since Conan, that little god of death, was not around, there should not have been much of a problem.
No, wait, there was still Xiao Hei!
If they ran into thick fog halfway through the flight, would that not turn into a total disaster?
Come to think of it... that disaster had happened in a helicopter, right?
Then it was fine. He just would not let this kid ride in a helicopter next time.
Domestic flights in Japan were remarkably well-developed.
Even between Osaka and Tokyo, a trip that took only two hours by train—or even just dozens of minutes—still had flights available.
Fujino simply swiped his freebie card and mooched a Japan Airlines flight.
Hattori Heiji stared at the Platinum Card in Fujino's hand, his eyes full of envy.
Every time he traveled from Osaka to Tokyo, he had to spend money on a plane ticket. It was not much for a single trip, but it added up to quite a considerable sum.
And with a Platinum Card, he could even wait in an exclusive VIP lounge at the terminal!
Unlimited drinks and free snacks!
If he could freeload first class or business class every time he flew, would he not save a huge amount of money?
The kid who often flew but could only afford economy class was utterly envious.