Lab Rats Bionic Island Marcus Novels & Stories

Marcus I glided down the stairs that lead to the cellar. It had that musky smell to it that made me cringe but it was where we resided during the day to avoid the sun and its' deadly rays. Apart of me wished that there was a special ointment that allowed us to go out during the day without bursting into flame and ash but I knew that there wasn't such a thing unless I dared to tread down the path of science and even then I was too terrified to even think about that. In some part of my brain I was sort of traumatized from an experience that I hardly even remembered. I kept that part of myself a secret. A lab rat for the scientists to experiment on and was never allowed to escape. But I did by

Richard was a man with a heart-rate of two hundred and no wolf to back him up. "I'm not leaving you!" I grabbed the heavy bronze bust of a Greek physician from the mantle. "You should have stayed in the lab, Doctor!" Marcus roared. He threw Richard off him. Richard hit the floor, snot and blood spraying from his nose. Marcus turned toward me. "Now," Marcus said, his eyes glowing. "Let's see how much pressure a Sovereign can—" The back door of the house blew open. A high-frequency whine filled the room. A-WOOOOO—

He was so dissatisfied already that he dived onto his host sea of consciousness to ask in his usual mechanical voice that sent shiver down to Marcus spine just after he look at his customized watch with cold eyes like there was something dead living inside of it. Marcus was startled but still said its nothing and chatted about what he can do to escape from this cage, unscathed and unharmed as he know, judging by the quality of this age, it was really not normal for his eyes and he knows, it was also not normal for everyone that was caged inside this cage eyes as there was some faint of sparkles that came out whenever a Sotiras or heroes tried to reach out to touch the metal cage.

His voice had that post-scene rasp, but the control remained absolute. "More," she breathed. The word came out raw. Her asshole still fluttered from the pounding, loose and empty and aching to be filled again. The plug lay discarded nearby, glistening. Marcus smiled faintly. He reached for the small metal case he'd prepared earlier—a chemist's kit repurposed. Inside were two small glass vials and a length of narrow silicone tubing. "Final reaction," he said. "We're going to empty everything left. No holding back. No filters."

"The original lab. In Virginia. She’s not trying to get the money back, Liam. She’s trying to restart the core from the primary backup. She doesn't need Isabella anymore. She has the DNA samples from the 2018 surgery." I felt the blood drain from my face. "She’s going to make a new one," I whispered. "She’s going to make a version that doesn't have a heart to fight back," Marcus said. "You saved the girl, Liam. But the monster is still in the basement." I looked at Isabella. She saw it in my eyes. The war wasn't over. It had just changed shapes.

Caleb nodded, but a prickle in his gut made Lucas wonder whether he was on their side-or whether there was an ulterior motive at play. In a sterile white room, deep in the bowels of the facility, Marcus struggled against the restraints binding him to the examination table. Panic swelled in his chest as he listened to the cold, sterile voices of scientists discussing him just beyond the glass. "Prepare the serum for the next test," one of the voices instructed with so little emotion. "If we can manipulate his genetics, we can make him an unstoppable weapon. Marcus's heart was racing. "No! You can't do this!" he shouted, his voice echoing off the walls. But the men only chuckled, undeterred by

"Where is Marcus Webb? Where is he actually located?" "We don't—we can't—the protocols prevent—" I pushed harder. Flooded their consciousness with more humanity. More guilt. More conscience until resistance broke. "Where?" "Antarctica. Facility beneath Ross Ice Shelf. Operating for forty-seven years without detection. Marcus has been there the whole time. Controlling everything remotely. Manipulating Elena. Manipulating you. Manipulating all of us." The replica collapsed. "He's preparing final phase. Generation Three. Hundreds of prototypes without any human limitation. Army that will remake humanity by force. Army that deploys in seventy-two hours unless someone stops him."

Research Hospital – Three Hours Until Extraction The laboratory was dark except for emergency lighting and the glow from Marcus's equipment. Breaking in had been easier than expected. Victoria's contacts had provided security codes. Shadow's knowledge of facility layouts had guided them through unmonitored corridors. Now Marcus worked with the desperate focus of someone who knew sixty-three children's lives depended on his precision. Shadow assisted, her enhanced cognitive abilities processed chemical interactions faster than any computer. "The protein sequence from Rebecca's research targets the neural pathways that create enhancement," Marcus explained as he worked. "But alone, it would ca

Marcus motioned toward the right passage without hesitation. “This leads to the observation tier. It was once a control station. If the proto-Echo’s simulating your father’s neural echo, it’ll be routing through that tier first.” Ryle raised a brow. “You’re sure?” Marcus hesitated. Then nodded. “They made me work down here. Before I knew what the experiments were really for.” Lily looked over her shoulder at him. “You saw my father?” Marcus didn’t answer right away. When he did, his voice was small. “Not him. Just the feeds. Data sets. Simulations of him. But they were detailed, emotionally reactive constructs. The kind you can only make if you map someone’s full cognitive identity.”

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.