"It wasn't the right time to kill him, Theo. I know you—"
"When will be the right time?" Theo turned to him, grip tightening on the wheel.
"I have a plan in motion. It gives us a high percentage of flushing house."
"Flushing house? What do you mean by—"
"The Sinclairs," Trent chuckled, turning his face forward,
"You can do anything to Vagus when I take care of them."
"...what beef do you have with the Sinclairs? I don't understand why—"
"I'm going to tell you a tragic story. A boy—"
"This is not the time to tell stories. Just tell me—"
"Eyes on the road." Trent cut in, pointing forwards.
"I'm still too young to die, Theo."
"And too young to be talking like an old Man." Theo scoffed looking forward.
"Just tell me what grudges you hold against the Sinclairs."
Trent looked at him and exhaled.
"As you already know, I work for an agency as—"
"A spy." Theo cut in,
"The stunt you and your wife pulled made that very clear."
