A few hours after Aroma left; Nathan received an incoming video call. He stood up, walked toward his laptop and answered the call. A lady in her early forties appeared on the screen. "Good evening sir." she greeted.
"Good evening Andy, what's the problem?" Nathan responded to her greetings and asked what's wrong, as he detected and oddness in her expression and also, she wouldn't just call him.
"Our men were attacked on their way to deliver armory to the Evelyn gang. We lost 15 of our people and half of the armory got stolen." Nathan gaze darkened as the lady make her report.
"Who did it?" He asked coldly, staring at the lady directly in the eyes on the laptop screen like she's right in front of him, making the lady averted her gaze for a second and swallow hard as she felt pressured by Nathan bloodthirst glare.
