Saving Lotte Sullivan | Collingwood/Carlton

82: Where's Trent?

A/N: all hail Wattpad Support for bringing my main bitch dolorous_ back 😂💙

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Brody Mihocek entered the auditorium, an incredibly downcast look on his face.

Madness had descended upon the football club, with over 120 staff members all collectively panicking, in terrible shock, and traumatised.

It was like a bomb had gone off. People were running around everywhere. The AFLM players, well, they didn't even know which way to look, what to say, what to do.

They were congregating in groups in the auditorium, sitting on the large steps and overlooking their welfare coaches, Human Resources department staff and club psychologists.

The first person Brody saw, was Scott Pendlebury, acting as captain since both Darcy and Jeremy seemed to have disappeared into thin air. Josh Daicos? Nowhere to be seen either. There were quite an alarming amount of people missing.

'You. Have you seen Bianco?' A member of the police team asked, holding a notepad.

'Uh no, sorry. But I did pass Jordan De Goey' Brody replied, in a daze. The police officer sighed.

'I've been asked to pass a message onto him, ASAP' the police officer mentioned. Brody just nodded, unsure what to say. 'I'm sure he'll turn up soon. Gin was his best friend, you know. He's already having a pretty hard time' he said.

Nathan Murphy suddenly ran in, straight into the back of Brody. 'You seen Trent?' Brody asked.

'Yeah, he was right-'

The door opened once again, Patrick Lipinski nervously entered the room, tears running down his face.

'-Behind me' Nathan trailed off, realising Trent had gone AWOL.

'Police want him' Brody whispered. Nathan nodded.

'I'll just go and find him' he said, trembling, however forcing a smile at the police officer and Brody, quickly racing out of the room.

'TRENT?' Nathan yelled, quickly retracing his steps, all the way back to the physio office, where Trent couldn't be found.

'Oh, Ashlyn-'

'WHAT?' Ashlyn yelled, getting a fright as Nathan collided into her. She immediately clutched her stomach, her baby bump, protectively.

'Have you seen Trent anywhere?' Nathan asked.

'I thought he was with you?' Ashlyn said, looking at Nathan like he was a bigger idiot than Callum.

'He was, he was right behind me, he must've done a runner as soon as I opened the door to the auditorium. Jesus. The police are looking for him' Nathan said, running a hand through his long hair.

'THE POLICE ARE IN THIS BUILDING?' Ashlyn yelled, suddenly freaking out and looking around for a place to hide.

'Um, hello, MURDER ON THE OVAL? IN BROAD DAYLIGHT? THE ATTACK ON DAICOS?' Nathan screamed back, throwing hands around. 'What the hell, Ashlyn?' He asked, watching her sit down in a chair, awkwardly leaning forward.

'Nathan, is Nick around?' She suddenly asked, squeezing the wooden arms of the chair. 'I need Nick right now' she reiterated.

'I think he was taken in for questioning. Yeah, yeah he was. They handcuffed him. That's what started WW3 between his brother and the media' Nathan explained, sighing.

'Something isn't right, oh god' Ashlyn whispered, looking down at her bump.

'Don't tell me you are in labour right now, Ashlyn, LITERALLY ANY OTHER TIME!' Nathan exclaimed.