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had never been any question and walked past John, smiling at all of them. He motioned for them to sit in the seats on one side of the cabin; he took off his trench coat and put it aside, moving slowly and carefully, obviously aware that any sudden moves could be detrimental to his health. Beneath the coat he wore a black suit, black tie, and shoes; John didn’t know clothes but the shoes were Asante. Trent had taste, anyway, and a shitload of money if he could afford to blow a couple thou on footwear.
    “This may take a few moments,” he said. “Please, get comfortable.” He pushed himself up to sit atop one of the chairs opposite their group, moving with a smooth grace that made John feel even less comfortable. He moved like someone with training, martial arts maybe…
    The others sat or leaned against the chairs, each of them studying the uninvited guest, each looking as unhappy about his appearance as John felt. Trent studied them in turn.
    “Mr. Andrews, Mr. Kennedy, Mr. Trapp, and I have already met…” Trent looked back and forth between Rebecca and Claire, his sparkling gaze finally settling on Claire.
    “Claire Redfield, yes?” He seemed a little more hesitant, which wasn’t a surprise. Rebecca and Claire could have been sisters, both brunettes, same height, only a few months difference in age.
    “Yes,” Claire said. “Does the pilot know you’re on board?”
    John frowned, irritated with himself for not having asked first. It was a fairly important question, and it hadn’t occurred to him. If the pilot had let Mr. Trent aboard…
    Trent nodded, running one pale hand through his tousled black hair. “Yes, he does. In fact, Captain Evans is an acquaintance of mine, so when I realized that you were going… traveling, I arranged for him to be in the right place at the right time. Much easier than it sounds, really.”
    “Why?” David asked, an edge coming into his voice that John had only ever heard in combat situations. The captain was right on the verge of being seriously upset. “Why would you do that, Mr. Trent?”
    Trent seemed to ignore him. “I realize that you’re concerned about your friends on the Continent, but let me assure you that they’re in the best of health. Really, there’s no reason for you to worry yourselves—”
    “Why?” David’s voice was steel.
    Trent stared at him, then sighed. “Because I don’t want you to go to Europe, and making it so that Captain Evans is your pilot means that you won’t. You can’t. In fact, we should be turning back any moment now.”
    * * *
    Claire stared at him, feeling her stomach knot, feeling that knot transforming into a burning, leaden anger.
    Chris, I won’t see Chris —
    John pushed away from the seat he’d been leaning on and grabbed Trent’s arm before Claire could even open her mouth, before anyone had time to respond to his statement.
    “Tell your ‘acquaintance’ to keep right on goin’ the way we’re goin’,” John spat, glowering at Trent. From the way John’s hands were shaking, Claire thought there was a good chance that he would break Trent’s arm—and found that she didn’t think that was such a bad idea.
    Trent wore an expression of mild discomfort, nothing more. “I’m sorry to interrupt your plans,” he said, “but if you’ll hear me out, I think you’ll agree that it’s for the best—if you really want to stop Umbrella, that is.”
    For the best? Chris, we have to help Chris and the others, what is this shit?
    She waited for the others to explode into action, to storm the cockpit, to tie Mr. Trent to a chair and force him to explain himself—but they were all silent, looking at one another and at Trent with shock, anger— and interest, guarded but interest nonetheless. John loosened his grip, glancing at David for direction.
    “This had better be a good story, Mr. Trent,” David said coolly. “I’m aware that you’ve—helped us in the past, but this kind of interference isn’t the