"Ugh..." Trent muttered, irritated looking at Newton's body.
"You sure this is alright?"
"Of course" Anton turned to him, blowing the muzzle of the gun.
"Eliminate Newton-11— That's what they said"
Marie picked up a bottle of champagne and poured herself a drink on a glass.
"I'll need a drink too" Trent scratched his head reaching for the bottle.
She stared at Trent for a while— astonished at how he'd performed but also angry at him.
"No— You'll drive me home, won't you?" She turned away with the bottle.
Home... Saying it so effortlessly brought a weird feeling of peace.
Anton winked at Trent as he turned to him, "You're trying" he mouthed silently.
"Uhm... Thank you— You acted very well" Trent muttered.
"We're agents— we act"
"What's the Program going to do about the situation?"
"It's a simple issue— the old bastard didn't seem to trust Kraven so much that he didn't tell them more so we'll proceed as planned" Anton replied standing up.
