Novel & Cerita Douglas From Lab Rats

“Every inch of him is stained. Not a single word he says can be trusted.” Douglas let out a chubby laugh that wheezed like a pig being slaughtered. “Oh, Jack, Jack, Jack… we’ve only officially met once, and now you’re acting like you know me from head to toe.” “I study everyone around me,” Jack replied unbothered. “Especially those who belong in the… disposal.” “Your mouth needs a lesson, boy,” Douglas said, enunciating each word before turning to me, his head tilting with a sick smile. “Your lovely wife might not appreciate you disrespecting an old man.”

As she wanted to think of a way to get out of these chains, that voice called out to her. *Alexandra* *Find me* The same way this was happening, the human lab rat in the next room was hearing her own voice in his head. The two fell into a short dream state. The two saw each other from a far distance and were walking towards each other. They continued to walk till they had reached each other and were shocked on facing themselves. *I'm the lab rat here. He made me this* he said *My blood will be used to create a beast out of you, I'm sorry*

“Oh my God oh my God oh my God—” Dorian rubbed his face, muttering something under his breath. Then, calm as ever, he said, “It’s just a rat.” “Just?” My voice cracked. “That thing has teeth! It could have—rabies, or—or the plague, or—” “It’s not going to touch you.” “How do you know?” I demanded, pointing wildly. “Look at it. It’s plotting!” His lips twitched, like he wanted to laugh. “We’ll deal with it tomorrow. ”

Zyris enthusiastically replies, grinning ear-to-ear. The cafe owner chuckles in amusement. "That's good to hear. I'm quite worried about their safety though. I've heard rumors that owls are also around the area and are quite vicious. They won't attack the scientist, will they?" "Don't worry. Their presence is quite rare around the lab. The rats either die because they can't handle it, or they run away from the lab and are caught by other crows." 'What? Rats? Crows? Owls?' Xavier frowns, not understanding a single word they're saying. It could be related to the research they are working on. Are they researching the interaction between rats and crows? That's just cruel.

His focused expression over such a small task appeared both earnest and endearing. There was something captivating about watching his long eyelashes blink in concentration, his pale lips pressed together, and the movements of his shoulders and arms. Douglass felt he could watch him brew a hundred shots without getting bored. Though his pheromones had faded since the end of his heat cycle, their subtle presence was still enticing in its own way. Next time, it might not be bad to bend him over a desk wearing only an apron and take him. Judging by his reactions, he seemed to enjoy it when penetrated deeply.

Everything needed to be noted as it would be made into a book later regarding the research and put in the library for future reference. However, when James looked into the log dated recently, he did not see anything being injected into a lab rat. There was, however, the injection log of his daughter and it was dated two days ago. But the logs of the days before that, even dated a week back had not shown there were any experiment on the lab rats using the last serum. He was confused about this, recalling that the doctor might forgot it at his home. But even the doctor would not make a mistake such as forgetting to update the log here.

As she spoke, she tenderly stroked Christopher's face. Christopher looked at me smugly, a shrewd glint flickering in his eyes from time to time. That familiar look instantly dragged me back into the past. Every time he wore that expression, it meant I was about to be whipped. At the thought of the pain from those days, I flinched. Christopher smiled with satisfaction. Meanwhile, the researcher of the basement laboratory, Gene Harding, chuckled at Eliza's words and cast a meaningful glance over Christopher. "I told you that as long as you handed Sutton Parker over to me for five years, Christopher would definitely recover. Here's the medicine—take it home with you. After seven days, Christoph

Douglas get some intel about the location on the jailbreakers recently. He immediately rush to the place forgetting about his date with Kaitlyn. Only when he was in a tight situation that he recalled he stood her up. "He he he...at last! we got you the roving hounds. Ha ha ha!!!..." Doug circled around on one of the alley trying to catch the jailbreakers who escape they are the ones that his team had put into the cell.

“I have heard a lot about the both of you. Your skill and methods in the advancement of technology is a fact most commendable of you both, and indeed, all the members of the CGI.” “We are so proud to hear your approval of our earnest endeavors, Your Excellency.” Douglas said, feeling great of himself. “I would most gladly commend you for your hard work. However, I’ll like to hear more clearly from you, your perceptions of the ongoing experiments your team is working on. I would also want to know your efforts in this face of such a strange piece of technology.” Douglas pushed a tiny button at the edge of the table as a hologram appears from within it. He seemed to be searching for something,

The Mega eyes functions was not completed, and it was due to a missing memory card, one that only the smartest and most intelligent scientist could remove without destroying all the robot's programs, LAB DOWN Rats, where the nickname giving to the country special scientific investigation and Reformation boat, and were only seen at such time when there was.something cogent to be investigated, and their pattern of investigation made the scientists nicknamed then,as the rats, for they were going to poke nose into everything that concerns staffs, both personal and officials.