Avita, who was used to this, just swiped the phone to answer and placed it near her ear to speak with the mystery caller.
“What is it?” Avita questioned angrily, not caring who was on the other end.
[We were able to obtain a sample. What are we going to do with it?]
When she heard this, a difficult expression flashed across her face for a millisecond before being replaced by a resolute one, “send it to the labs and get a DNA test done against sample SSS. I need the results by Monday AM.”
[Sample SSS. This... are you sure it’ll be okay?] After hearing the order, the person on the other end of the phone paused.
A flash of red flashed through Avita’s eyes as she gritted her teeth when she heard the doubt and reluctance in the person she was speaking to.
