Diana had watched when Mr. Mulwray had run off after Ms. DeLauro and when Ms. Fox had woken up alone. Now it was time to tell Mr. Eckhart that everything was under control. Her control. She picked up her cell phone and dialled Genomex, through a secure line, of course. A woman replied.
"Yes, I need to speak to Mr. Eckhart please, tell him its Diana Troy." Diana said in her professional tone.
"Of course." Came the ladylike reply. A short click told her that she was being patched into Mr. Eckhart's line.
"Ah, Ms. Troy, how's it all going?" Mr. Eckhart's voice was husky and accusing.
"Perfectly. Mutant X are out of the picture, for now anyway." Diana replied.
"What do you mean? Do you think they'll interfere later in the project?" Mr. Eckhart asked, sounding as if he was on the edge of his seat.
"Well," Diana paused. "I think it would be safer for the project if I kept intervening." Silence filled the phone while Mr. Eckhart considered this.
"Yes, I guess that would be sensible. Very well, Ms. Troy." Mr. Eckhart concluded.
"Yes sir." Diana answered.
"And Ms. Troy?" Mr. Eckhart said.
"Yes sir?" Diana replied quickly before hanging up.
"Don't go overboard, I need Mutant X to be test subjects for my machine." Diana could almost hear Mr. Eckhart cackle.
"Yes sir." And with that, she hung up.