"What problem?" Trent asked, walking towards Marie.
"International problem..." Anton replied with a sigh, "A Princess from Kraven is coming for the gala"
"And?"
"You're going to be part of her security, Twerp"
"Why me? I already said I didn't want to be the muscle. And I can't attend as myself if I'm her security"
"You're not on gala duty— just stick with her till then."
"What about me?" Marie asked.
"You'll help from wherever you are— with support from base"
"This is shit, Man" Trent growled,
"I know— sorry. There's a lot of agents but I want you on this— synthetic mask, identity as a professional bodyguard and it's set. You even get paid"
"Paid" Marie scoffed... How much could they pay him?
"I know it's peanuts but do me this favor, Man"
A favor he was willing to owe for someone from Kraven. Was she related to...
"Alright" he exhaled, "if shit gets complicated, I'm out"
"Yeah— absolutely. Come to base by 7 for the synthetic and briefing "
