Lab Rats Billy Unger Novels & Stories

The truth was out in the open, and it was crystal clear who was responsible for our ordeal. **** While passing Mr. Miller's office, I overheard him engaged in a phone conversation with someone working for him. Curiosity piqued, I discreetly lingered outside the door to catch a snippet of their discussion. "You mentioned progress in our research," Mr. Miller inquired eagerly. "Can you be more specific?" The voice on the other end of the line responded, "Indeed, sir. One of our latest formulas has resulted in some remarkable findings. It made our laboratory rats live three to four times longer than the average lifespan."

A noise report. My jaw tightened. I felt it then…heat crawling up my neck, rage licking at my control. “There’s nothing down there for you,” I said evenly. “The basement houses laboratory specimens. I have permits.” “Specimens?” he echoed. “Yes,” I replied without missing a beat. “Genetically sensitive laboratory rats. A special breed. Highly reactive. Harmful if mishandled.” It wasn’t even a lie. Not entirely. The officer didn’t look convinced. “I’ll need to verify that,” he said, stepping closer. “Unlock 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.

He was not deterred by the unconscious nature of the man whose exposed body was bleeding. Witnessing his arts, he smirked. Now comes, the last and most painful torture. The man was lowered on to the ground and placed back into the dark room. This time, wild rats were freed into the room as the cage was completely enclosed to prevent the rats from moving out. Hot air was released into the cage making all the rats move about looking for a way to escape.

Byron hadn’t called anyone on the phone. But his mental state had not changed he was still insane. He hadnt abducted anyone yet, but he still did his experiments. “All of my rats have gone missing, as if they knew I was after them as if they were saved by an angel.” Byron said, holding a rat with his two hands tightly preventing it from breathing. Byron then looked up at the ceiling, Agent lunga controlled the robo bugs to try and hide them.

However, contrary to expectations, the display fizzled out from just a light jab from Frank, and it even blew up in flames. Shocked, the scientist promptly put out the fire, while Frank smiled in wry amusement and apologized. "Sorry, I was holding back, but it's just more fragile than I thought!" The scientist was left speechless. So that was why Igor was insistent that a bigwig be their lab rat—such freaky physical data would be unmatched, even among the rest of the world! In short, this man was the best lab rat! And over the remaining tests, Frank's results surpassed the norm by a country mile.

FORREST FRUSTRATION AND determination were a good combination that pushed Bill too hard. They were written all over his face every bloody day. And thanked fuck, it paid off. Without my knowledge, he implanted the device and turned himself into a lab rat to prove to our new client that it was safe to use. For 110 days, he was on a closed watch, and it worked pretty well. “What did you do? What the fuck have you done?” He ignored me as he continued typing like a lunatic. I grabbed the wireless keyboard and smashed it to the floor. Bill jumped and looked frightened as he pushed his glasses up his nose.

“You won't believe what happened today.” “I just might, if it involves Xender Zang finally realizing you are the only competent person in his mansion. Spill it, Maya.” "Mr. Zang invited me to dinner. Tonight." “Mr. Zang? The one you called out for neglect? The one whose mother called you a gold-digger?” Lilly’s voice was sharp with confusion. “Yes, that one. He wants to discuss Leo’s new trauma protocols with me now that Dr. Langley has confirmed the diagnosis.”

"Damn, you really are in a bad mood." "Of course I am, why wouldn't I be? The best scientific laboratory in the U.S is working with pussies who can't seem to capture lab experiments for them! No, they all go there and get killed! Not even a spine to their back! Balls so tiny it's almost non-existent!" The whore stirred at the outburst, wiggled her naked butt a little before settling back to sleep.

I've tried all sorts of creams and herbs, but it just isn't working. After mixing the whole thing, I watch the whole thing come to a perfect blend. I grab my two test rats from their cages. "I'm so sorry, guys, but I really need your help," I smile apologetically. Hesitated before placing the poisoned cheese in the cage. What if they actually die before I could give them the cure but I brush the though away and get it to them anyway I watch as they rushed to take bites of it. It took less than three seconds for them to collapse.