83. Type V

Cara drove for ten minutes, glancing at the rearview mirror every so often to check if Dr. Slater was still unconscious. Reaching for her phone, she dialed Joana. The line rang for a while before Joana finally picked up, her voice sharp with irritation.

"Whoever's calling this number at this hour better have something important to say, or I'll track you down and make you regret it."

"Shh! Calm down, lady, it's me," Cara said.

Joana's tone immediately shifted. "Oh, Kitten! What's up? Why are you calling?"

"Well, I have a surprise package headed your way," Cara said, glancing at Dr. Slater's unmoving form in the backseat.

Joana perked up. "What surprise do you have for me, Kitten?"

"I'm bringing you the scientist who created the virus," Cara said, a smirk tugging at her lips. "What do you say about that?"

Joana let out a pleased laugh. "Now you've just made my day, Kitten. Come on over."