Retsu settled back into her pristine chair behind the large, clean desk in the nurse's office, letting out a measured sigh of relief.
The immediate threat was neutralized, and the evidence(body) of her intervention discreetly hidden in a sealed storage unit in the infirmary's seldom-used basement.
Now came the administrative cleanup.
She needed to inform her superior—her grandfather—of the successful mission and hand off the more tedious task of body disposal.
She took out her sleek, non-descript phone and dialed a secure number.
It rang precisely three times before a deep, gravelly voice answered.
"Grandfather," Retsu greeted him, her voice immediately switching to a tone of polite, professional respect, utterly devoid of the warmth she occasionally reserved for Seijirou.
"Retsu," her grandfather replied. "About the mission. Has the source of the anomaly been dealt with?"
