"Trent..." Stanper laughed softly and he answered Trent's call.
"Where are you?"
"I'm at base." Trent answered, looking at Anton and Wanda.
"Is there a problem, Mr. President?"
"There's no problem..." Stanper replied,
"I've spoken to the Secretary of State and the Minister of Defense... You can proceed with the branches."
"Thank you. I am very grateful." Trent laughed softly,
"I will contact and—"
"You can do anything you want with the Branches," Stanper interrupted,
"I'm calling on behalf of some friends."
"The ones that have interest in me? I am always happy to—"
"The Sinclairs— the most patriotic family in the country." Stanper cut in,
"There's a birthday banquet coming up in a week for the family head."
"And I'm worthy to be invited?"
"Of course." Stanper scoffed,
"Who else would be worthy at the moment? You're the brightest star right now, and my friends—"
"I will be honored to attend." Trent chuckled,
