"What are you doing here?"
"That's supposed to be my question..." he lowered his weapon.
She walked into the room, glancing at Raya's body on the floor.
"You're a killer. How surprising..." she chuckled.
"...It's work" he turned as she walked past him.
"What are you doing here, Scarlet?"
"Work..." She scoffed, taking a seat.
She pointed her gun at Raya's guest— the target.
"And this, is my Client"
Trent walked closer and held her shoulder. "I'm sorry about the mess" he turned to the guest.
The old man stretched his hands— trembling and panicked. Trent glanced at his hand and took the handshake.
"Do you know who I am?"
"U–Uh... Yes?"
"Mission completed. Tereo— Sell" Ave's voice echoed.
Alright. Trent held tighter, "Do you know where I'm from?"
The Man shook his head, eyes trailing to Scarlet nervously.
"He doesn't" she assured.
Trent released the Man's hand and turned to her, "You know why I'm here... Is this what I'm thinking?"
