Have a safe flight, Seto.
This is your only indication that something is Wrong before the jet's controls are cut, wrenched out of your control and reprogrammed remotely to lead the autopilot somewhere else.
You should have known something else would happen on your way back home.
The craft lands smoothly on the flight deck, and armed men come to "escort" yourself and Mokuba out of the room. You hold a tight fist closest to Mokuba's side as you walk, subtly alert for any changes in the men around you or signs of escalated hostility, before realizing that they aren't men at all: they're robots, likely controlled by the same entity who took control of your jet and sent you that last, menacing Ask.
Kidnapped, again. On your own jet, no less. You will have to redouble your security measures on all fronts after this... whatever it is, resolves. Until then, you hope, quietly, that they won't separate you from your brother- it's happened too many times already, and you've been trying to be more present for him since the end of the last tournament.
Whatever this is, you'll do your damnedest to keep your brother safe.