[color=89cff5][b]"Certain others will give you missions. Your job is to accomplish those missions."[/b][/color] Lyre spoke carefully, understanding that every word she uttered would hold significant impact on the newborn specimen. Encouraging its brain to wire itself the right way was essential to its utility for her higher-ups. [color=89cff5][i]Not to mention the millions of dollars gone to waste if they decide to dispose of Test A. I should be aware of all my actions.[/i][/color]

[color=89cff5][b]"Your missions will-"[/b][/color] A call ringing into the room interrupted Lyre mid-sentence. She froze in place, and the telephone rang a few times before the scientist finally gathered herself enough to wade those few steps towards the incoming call. Like Tyssa, Lyre too was sensitive to external stimuli.

Her eyes narrowed instantly upon seeing the caller number. [color=89cff5][i]It's the government alright, but...[/i][/color] Lyre's gaze glanced over the final four digits, the ones corresponding to each department office, [color=89cff5][i]who is this?[/i][/color]

In any other situation, Lyre would've simply rejected the call. Given the current circumstances however... [color=89cff5][i]Do I really have a choice?[/i][/color] She reached for the telephone, keeping careful watch on the doors and Tyssa.