"Evenson, emergency. Get to the bus immediately."
Melinda was extremely anxious now. On one hand, Skye's life was hanging by a thread. Though she was usually very strict with Skye, that strictness was more like the protectiveness of someone disappointed that iron had not become steel.
On the other hand, Coulson had ordered them to head for Tahiti. This was absolutely an unauthorized operation, which meant Coulson was violating protocol. Never mind what punishment he might face afterward—the crucial thing was that if this continued, the secret of Coulson's resurrection would no longer be safe. She could not imagine what he would become if that secret was exposed before him.
But Melinda had not expected her frantic summons to receive only a lazy reply. "Come on, sis, do you know what time it is? I know you're often away on assignment, but at least pay attention to the time difference!"
Evenson was clearly trying to dodge the request. First, as he had said, he did not know where Melinda was, but it was currently the middle of the night in New York, United States, where he was.
Second, the company had just finished a board meeting today, and everyone was tired after being busy all day.
Third, after overworking themselves, people liked to do something relaxing. Evenson was no exception. As soon as night fell, he and the Eredar Twins had engaged in several rounds of friendly, zero-distance relaxation. So he was utterly listless now and truly did not want to move at all.
Besides, he still had morning training tomorrow. If he missed it, where was he supposed to make it up?
"This really is extremely urgent." Melinda's suppressed voice came through the phone, as though she were forcing the words through clenched teeth. "I'm flying to Tahiti right