Trent didn't trust the white lab coat boy any further than he could throw him, actually a lot less since Trent could probably chuck the small man half-way down a football field. He walked next to William as they headed to the labs, nodding here and commenting there on the small conversation they were engaged in. Trent was opposed to Umbrellas actions more than most, and he felt if he could somehow shut down lab coat boy's research here, he would be one step closer to his goal. He was quite impressed by the facility so far. Almost every precaution had been taken into consideration. Umbrella, you sure are thorough aren't you. Locks almost everywhere, vertually every door needing either a password or a card of some sort. Trent had even heard stories of some of the secrets of the facility even requiring puzzles to be completed before entry. He had heard it was for the workers, the put their minds at easy, maybe giving them a bit of fun away from the mundane acts of analyzing this and that. An effective design to say the least. His dull, dress shoes made barely a noise over the glossy tile as they made their way to the Hunter creation lab's. William had promised Trent a tour, and as it looked, he was going good on his promise. They had already passed the kennels, where mutant dog's tore at flesh and bone as they were fed. The holding cells, where many of the human specimens were being kept, mostly children he saw. Probably so these lab coat boys can actually handle their subjects. I'd love to see one of these pugnants try to take on a half-grown male. William was talking about some research he had been doing on some T and G viruses, according to him the main ingredient to a monster. Trent could hear in Williams tone he despised Umbrella about as much as he did, maybe more, if that was even possible. But William was very excited about his work. Probably because he had given up a family life, a wife and a kid, to work here. He was also probably receiving a hefty paycheck each month from Umbrella. Maybe lab coat boy wasn't so bad after all. Trent continued to walk down the hallways, stopping at doors here and there, waiting for William to pull a key from one of his numerous pockets. He had been in contact with a few young people lately, one in particular was a member of some police elite squad called the S.T.A.R.S. Chris Redfield, if he remembered correctly. A very able man, Trent had heard.
"Ahh yes, William, this has been quite the tour. I am very impressed with your work here." Trent said, trying to keep his mind on what William was trying to say.
"Thank you, Trent. I hope to see you again some time? Maybe we can sit down for coffee, or maybe lunch." William sounded happy, but Trent found a slight tone of distaste from the man.
"Of course William. Now, if you'll excuse me. I am already somewhat late for an airplane ride. Have you ever ridden an airplane?"
William nodded a bit.
"I hate the things." Trent sneared slightly. "Always going up, and down at such a rate. Makes me feel as if we'll crash at any moment, you know what I mean?" Trent gave William a cold glance.
"I understand fully. Now, if you'll also excuse me, I must get back to work." William said, dropping all hint of emotion from his tone. Lab coat boy turned, and walked back the way he had come, back towards the Tyrant labs. Trent also turned, but he headed for the garage of the facility. There was a car there waiting to take him to the airport, and back to Umbrella HQ. Yes, Trent could sense the hostility from William. On the outside, he was nothing but lab coat boy, but on the inside, Trent could tell there was a man there. A man ready to bust free, and take control.