His phone rang as he shot towards the men.
Not now...
He glanced at her crouched behind him. The attackers were closing in.
He hid behind a wall as he managed to kill one while the other ran fiercely towards them firing.
"Run towards the back of the place— I'll hold him off" he muttered, checking the bullets left.
He exhaled, jaws tight and pulse quickening as the Princess ran off. Everything seemed to slow down.
He peeked as he heard a loud thud and screech outside.
The driver— he'd taken out the other person. Trent sighed, laughing shakily as he looked at the corpse.
"You—" the driver shouted, pulling the window down.
"Where's the Princess?"
Trent rushed towards where she's ran towards— she was hiding, trembling behind some clothes.
"It's alright now, Ma'am"
She looked up, sniffing with tears running down her face.
"Let's go. The drivers here" he stretched his hands forward.
