"..."
There was a sudden silence on Perry Reed's side.
"Contact me when you're free."
Quickly finishing, Flossie Wright hung up the phone.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a certain figure approaching, and when she raised her eyes again, she saw Glenn Hutchinson approaching with his wound newly bandaged.
Their eyes met for a moment.
The next second, Flossie Wright avoided his gaze, raised her hand, and tossed the phone towards him.
Glenn Hutchinson reached out his right hand and caught it.
"How long to recuperate?"
With both hands in her pockets, Flossie Wright walked towards him at a leisurely pace.
"Two weeks."
Lowering his eyes slightly, Glenn Hutchinson looked at her and replied in a deep voice.
"When will you return?" Flossie Wright continued to ask.
"Gather now." Glenn Hutchinson replied.
"What about them?" Raising her eyes again, Flossie Wright asked.
Flossie Wright was referring to those being assessed.
"The news hasn't arrived yet."
