Kenneth tried calling Donald right away, but all he got was a robotic message. “The number you have dialed is currently switched off.” That was Donald’s personal line. He only ever turned it off when he was out on a mission. So, he was away again.
With no way to reach Donald, Kenneth turned to Anthony, who was leaning on the car door, looking like he really didn’t want to see Charlotte go. Kenneth had known Anthony for years and was used to his usual cool and distant vibe. Seeing him look so lost was honestly kind of funny. It seemed like Lottie was the only one who could actually get to him.
“Did you talk to the coach?” Kenneth asked.
Roger glanced over too. Both of them stared at Anthony, waiting for his answer.
“Lottie doesn’t need that,” Anthony finally replied, pulling his gaze away. A lazy smirk played at his lips, the kind that made him look a little dangerous. “Let her do her thing.”
Do her thing?
Roger and Kenneth shared a look, both a little stumped by that.
…
Somewhere far away, in a lawless corner of the world, bullets were flying and chaos reigned. The captain of The White Whale had just been called in, leading a handful of men to deal with a new wave of enemies.
Donald, dressed head to toe in camo, his face streaked with paint, stood on a tower with a pair of binoculars. He scanned the distance, his face set and serious.
“These guys must have a death wish, coming back to mess with us,” someone behind him scoffed. “Forget the entire White Whale team. Just a few of us is all it takes to wipe them out.”
Donald frowned, turning his head. “The rest of the team’s in Cabinda already?”
“Yeah. Physical training starts tomorrow,” his teammate replied.

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