He rushed towards the door, startling Diana, but Anton walked in before he could reach the door.
"What's happening?" Diana asked
"It's nothing, Princess— your friends will be picking you up tomorrow" Anton replied, with a smile.
"That didn't sound like nothing" Trent whispered to him, glancing at Diana.
"We've been tasked to find and kill the kidnapper" he replied softly
"What?!"
"Sh..." He hushed, nodding his head. "It's bad"
Trent turned to Diana and composed himself. "What's happening, Man?"
He said through his teeth, faking a smile.
Diana turned away from them, uncomfortably— seemed to be an issue they didn't want her hearing.
"We have to play this right"
"How?" Trent turned to him again.
What the fuck was playing this right?
Wait—
"You weren't ordered by the top for this mission, huh?" He asked, exhaling.
"Right..." Anton scoffed, "This is a personal mission— I'm sorry about pulling you into my problems"
"Wanda?"
Anton turned immediately, shocked.
