Chapter 14 - Protectors Fit for a Queen
Trevor and Soap stared with profound blue eyes at Shorty's Iroquois before them as it was being loaded up with several supplies. Both Soap and Trevor were taking a smoke break to become immersed in their minds. Delroy, Ivan, and Tobias were moving along at a considerate pace, all while Ivan was singing the Russian national anthem with a blissful grin.
Trevor lowered his cigarette, and released a stream of smoke from his lungs and throat. Keeping an eye on the helicopter, he began to speak. "This should be an interesting task."
The Scotsman inhaled calmly on the end of the cigar while he narrowed his eyes in thought. "I've dealt with V.I.P. instances before, but those were all rescue missions."
Trevor shook his head. "I'm getting this feeling that we're both going to look like class A tool bags."
Soap looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Elaborate."
"All suited up. Dressed like chaperones." Trevor sighed. "I'm probably going to look like a major