Caitlin Lab Rats Novels & Stories

"That's close to the radiation chambers and unless you want your body to look like Chernobyl, best you head back this way." Natasha followed Carter out of that section. "I heard you're building a train?" she asked. "Oh no. I've already built one." "You mean, we have built one," snapped a slightly hysterical Katie Patterson, with Carol standing next to her. "My apologies." "Okay, why did you name this place after you when clearly, this is a two-person job which is freakishly insane considering everything you've come up with, " Natasha blurted out. "Why not Carter and Katie Labs?"

Apparently, I wasn't too busy when Lyra could come with us. I headed straight to Caitlin's painting studio, where she sat in front of an easel while her instructor guided her through a landscape. Both of them looked up when I entered. "Cole?" Caitlin asked. I glanced at her instructor. "We're done for today. You can continue tomorrow." The woman looked surprised but nodded. "Of course, Mr. Dravenford." Caitlin watched her instructor begin gathering her things. "What's going on?" "Get changed."

Cassie let out, making me spit the water out my mouth, and they both looked at me. "You are making Alison eat rats?" I asked her with my eyes widened in not-so-awesome wonder, and she nodded her head in response. "Yeah! Those tiny creatures slither at the fields at the Central Domain and eat the farm crops there. And the easiest way to terminate them gradually is to let the wolves eat them. But when my lazy big-ass wife gets super lazy, she would just ask me to command the rats to go to our camp. They are a good source of protein, Prycie. And I don't believe that you have not eaten some cringe-worthy creatures in the forest."

When they noticed the rat jumping around in the box, they all gasped. “OMG. It worked.” Trisha screamed. “It’s alive.” Dalett dashed towards the box. “You’re alive.” “I still cannot believe it.” Selena said. She began laughing. “Guys, it worked. It really worked.” Their celebration came to an end when they heard a knock on the door. “Selena.” They could hear Hania’s voice. Selena told the girls to keep the rat, book, and everything else used in the experiments. She approached and unlocked the door.

I left the lab, almost bumping a few shoulders on my way. I had to get out of there, I had to get some air. All the air on the planet maybe. Liam Anderson was my biggest nightmare. My biggest headache. The thought of having to spend the next six months of my life looking at his face every single day, or well, almost every single day, made me nauseous in ways I couldn't describe. His arrogance was unbearable. Ok, he was the best in robotics, but that didn't give him the right to stick his nose into other people's projects and…my phone bipped. Message. I came to a halt. It was from an unknown number.

Their eyes glowed red. “I’ve got this, Mom,” Ralin said confidently. He quickly created his own air shield, adding a bit of pale green color so Leesa would know what he was doing. The rodents did not make as much noise slamming into the barrier as the crows did, but their fur sizzled more loudly than the birds’ feathers as they died. The swarm of rats kept coming, climbing up upon the bodies of their fellows to try to get at their three targets. The stench of their charred corpses was even stronger and more foul than that of the crows.

My access card opened the laboratory doors without question—after all, I was a legitimate member of the research team with authorized clearance for all the facilities. The expanded lab was a temple to cutting-edge research, gleaming equipment and climate-controlled storage areas that represented millions of dollars in corporate investment. Everything was labeled, organized, catalogued with the obsessive precision that characterized Claire's approach to scientific work. I moved through the space with practiced efficiency, following the protocols I had memorized until I reached the preparation area where the next phase of experimental batches was stored. Tomorrow morning, Claire would begin th

Leon, who had been quiet, was already suited up in gloves, getting down to the nitty-gritty of dissecting the mice. The others pitched in to help. As key players on the experiment team, they had more than just Helma's trust—they had the chops to back it up. They cranked out the autopsy data in no time flat. The verdict was in: the lab rat had kicked the bucket due to a nasty Glacier flare-up.

She had got the reaction she had wanted. “Did Beckah really gift you a dead rat?” Caiden asked in disgust. “Several people did,” Clara said. “She started the trend by putting a rat that she stole from the science labs in my locker. The worst one was on Valentine’s Day when someone disguised a box with a dead rat in as a gift for me.” She shuddered at the memory. There was some satisfaction that came with knowing she had made Beckah feel the same combination of fear and disgust.

Immediately, he spotted his wife. As he’d been advised, Caitlyn was seated at one of the sturdy laboratory tables before a microscope, with a tray of slides on one side, and her opened laptop to the other. Her toffee-colored eyes gleamed brightly in the microscope’s light, almost like the reflective tapetum lucidum of an animal at night. They flicked rapidly from place to place over the slide she was reviewing. “Caitlyn,” he drawled, rounding the end of the laboratory table towards her. “You about ready to go?”