It was almost noon when Zayn's entourage reached the north of the forest.
Zayn got out of the car and checked his cell phone. The signal showed a bar, and he was relieved by it. "Thank God, the signal is reachable here."
*Bzzt* *Bzzt* *Bzzt*
As he had expected, several messages and missed calls came from yesterday afternoon to this morning. The prime minister and several others tried to contact him, including an unknown number.
He checked several messages and decided to contact the prime minister directly.
"Am I currently talking to Prime Minister Hendrix Reid?" Zayn opened the conversation when the call was answered.
"Zayn? Is that you? If you are alive and within range of the city base's phone signal, why have you been so difficult to reach since yesterday?" Hendrix was relieved to hear Zayn's voice over the phone. He once thought he had lost another genius scientist, which was a considerable loss.
