On the last day the department has the egg in their possession, with no real progress having been made in several days, Verity’s getting frustrated. The thing is no fake, she can tell that much, which makes her ultimate decision all the more rash.

With everyone else standing around the table listening to Quintana rattle off tepid idea after tepid idea, Verity reaches out, picks the egg up, and cracks it against the side of the table like she intends to make an omelet out of it.