"Captain Grace isn't answering my text… ah, fuck, did the director call for her?" Isaac speculated while glancing at his phone with a slight frown. He consecutively sighed and yawned before stretching his limbs in an effort to wake himself up.
"This thing fucking hurts, man," Isaac grimaced as he felt the wound on his forearm tense. The wound put him in quite a bad mood since it wouldn't heal, but alas, he couldn't complain as they didn't know.
Though realizing that he couldn't just sit around and wait, he decided to try and crash the party with a mischievous grin. When he pushed himself up, his phone suddenly started ringing. He donned a solemn expression as he saw the name written on the contact.
"What's up?" Isaac asked after picking up the phone. His eyes turned sharp as he glanced around, making sure no one was there to hear his conversation. Though, just to keep it safe, he entered his office and activated the hidden switch under his table.
