Didi Dexter Laboratory Novels & Stories

Drake muttered. “Don’t let your guard down,” Damian warned. “Arvanov wouldn’t leave Genesis unprotected.” --- The Discovery They reached the central lab, a massive chamber filled with rows of computers, containment units, and laboratory equipment. In the center of the room was a large glass chamber, its interior obscured by frost. Alex's voice crackled in their earpieces. “I’m pulling up the lab’s data now. Whatever’s in that chamber, it’s the heart of Genesis.” Damian approached the chamber cautiously, wiping a layer of frost from the glass. Inside was a series of vials, each containing a dark, viscous liquid.

Possibly it is the reason, why it is so hard, if not totally impossible to prove their existence. The five Paranormal students talk to Dexter, to become their resource person, in their studies, they have heard a lot about him, they have witness he can talk with the monkeys. Dexter possibly could lead them to a good material for their research work, for their thesis writing. “Please help us making our work more meaningful” they begging to Dexter “You have stayed in the mysterious place longer than any one, you can help us” one added “I have help you, I have told you where to camp to see them” Dexter answered them.

He took the paper, closed his laptop, picked up his phone, and began to walk towards the door before pausing midway and asking again, “Is that all or do you know more than you are telling me? If I find out that you lied, I will never be able to trust you again.” Dexter was at the door when his secretary said, “Sir, she works at Scott Automobiles as a senior sales executive.” “Thank you,” Dexter said with hope and his hand was about to bend the door knob when his secretary asked him, “Sir, please where are you going? You have a meeting at 2 pm.”

Max asked in a trembling voice. "No!" Dex said with irritation. "You can leave!" Max didn't wait for Dex to complete his statement as he politely bowed his head and left Dex's presence immediately. Dex speedily climb up the stairs and went into his bedroom. He briskly showered, dressed up in simple but smart business casual outfits and picked up some important documents from his safe before leaving the room. Taking some secret and very sensitive wall passages, he went down to his underground massive control room; which was equipped with powerful and latest computerized gadgets, to track down people around the globe.

Diana Knight's old laboratory stood abandoned on the outskirts of the city. Christopher disabled the security system, leading Penelope and Jonathan through darkened corridors. "This is where Diana did her private research," Christopher explained, shining his flashlight along the walls. "Look at these marks," Jonathan traced scratches on the floor. "Someone moved heavy equipment recently." "Over here!" Penelope called from Diana's office. She stood before a massive painting of DNA helixes. Christopher examined the frame. "There's a seam..."

Malix faked a sob, so I took out my gun to point it towards him, but he already hidden below the table where he was eating. The humor vanished instantly, so I asked, “Have you found out who sent those messages stamped with her parents’ address?” The room fell into a heavy, deliberate silence. “Whoever did it knew exactly what they were doing. We couldn’t find tracks,” Dexter said as he stepped forward, placing several thick folders onto the table. The dull thud echoed in the room. “And her parents are missing.” “I know,” I replied flatly, flipping one folder open. “Have you started tracing them?”

No one really knew how far she'd go, but I knew to keep every possibility open. I push open the bedroom door, and turn to Dexter, seated at the same computer screen for the last three hours, going through the footage like a champ. He started last night, but he couldn’t access everything, because the downloads weren’t easy to get, especially since we were digging into the street cameras as well as Wyatts’. He looked like shit, hair muzzled from greasy fingers, gray shirt rolled up to his elbows, a bit of scruff on his jawline, he probably smelled too.

Alex whispered to Rachel, taking her hands and entering one of the rooms in the corridor when he saw that they were coming into the lab. ----- Rachel, her father, and his men entered the dark lab, but because of the torches held by the men, it wasn’t dark at all. Immediately Lydia got into the lab she looked around in awe, the chemicals, equipment, and all other things she only heard about were here in the lab, being a science student when she was still in high school, she knew much about the laboratory equipment, all the ones she saw in the lab were either rare or the ones she had never seen, there were some she never heard about, so she was excited, but soon she gasped in horror just like

I could see he hoped for a quick death after all. "The Agk32 chemist is Austin Smirnov. I believe he's been apprehended. The D3 lab supplying my region is located in Kaizen and Braile. The alphas there are oblivious, but the Network has labs with technicians. Additionally, there's an extensive slave trade network to secure lab test subjects and workers aiding the operation. They've nearly perfected the formula. Gary has more names; he's connected to the Continental Network. I merely work with the western arm," Ruben confessed.

Dexter’s eyes gleamed, though Autumn’s confusion only deepened. "What are you talking about?" she said, exasperated. "This was a waste of time." Just then, the door swung open, and Derek stepped in. "Oh, he's here," Dexter said with a grin. "We can ask him directly." He looked between Autumn and Derek, an air of satisfaction in his gaze. "Did you grant Charlie a Specter Visa?" Dexter asked, watching Derek’s face carefully. Derek froze, his eyes widening as he scrambled to respond. "What’s that?" he stammered, though his voice wavered slightly.