Lab Rats Bionic Island Marcus Novels & Stories

Sebastian answered calmly. “Discipline.” Marcus laughed. “That’s why you lost tonight.” Sebastian’s eyes moved briefly to the timer on the screen. Fifty-six minutes. “You’re wrong.” Marcus folded his arms. “Oh?” Sebastian stepped closer to the console. “You built bombs.” Marcus nodded. “Yes.” “You built a cyber weapon.” Marcus nodded again. “Yes.” Sebastian looked directly at him. “But you made the same mistake you always make.” Marcus’s smile faded slightly. “And what mistake is that?”

“Then I stop.” The lab didn’t argue. She keyed a brief reply that promised nothing and organized everything: equipment list, permits, team names—Marie on logistics, two grad students who knew how to hold a rope, a local caver she trusted with her life, and one more name she typed and deleted, typed and deleted, then finally left: Terry Marsden. She didn’t type Sean. She told herself she wouldn’t. Outside, Heraklion’s evening leaned blue against museum glass. Under the old city, tunnels a civilization had carved for gods and monsters waited, the way a throat waits for a word.

No one was allowed to disturb little aunt; Night Wing’s hide will be sent to the wolves if little uncle knew that he was the cause of little aunt’s discomfort. “You…. you…. you….” Night Wing pointed at Marcus and stuttered unable to say anything for a while before giving up with a wave of his hand; he walked down muttering under his breath “Suit yourself.” The basement of Chris cottage was converted into a sophisticated lab with all the latest technology. Marcus walked in behind Night Wing; his eyes widened in marvel like a kid who stepped into wonderland; he walked from one to the other asking the shadow guards who were operating the devices how each of the gadgets worked.

The red dots of their laser sights danced across Silas’s white shirt like tiny, angry insects. Marcus looked as composed and bored as if he were standing in a corporate boardroom, a thin, cruel smile playing on his lips. He held a tablet in one hand, the screen glowing with a map of the tunnel they were standing in. "Going somewhere, Mrs. Vane?" Marcus asked, his voice smooth and cutting through the roar of the waves. "I must admit, Silas, your Protocol Zero was a very clever bit of theater. It almost worked. But you forgot that I helped you choose the hardware for this house. I know where the analog overrides are hidden."

“Put him down.” Marcus finally looked at him. And the look in his eyes— It wasn’t human, it was something viscous. “I’m coming back for you,” Marcus said quietly. Kris smirked. “I’ll be waiting.” Another rumble shook the room. This time stronger. The lights blinked faster. One of the monitors sparked and went dark. Then another,then another. Marcus didn’t need an explanation. He turned and moved fast. The hallway outside was already cracking. Glass walls splintered, lines spreading across them like spiderwebs.

03:31 Marcus removes the small cover plate. Inside—a cluster of colored wires. Red. Blue. Yellow. Black. Of course. My heart pounds harder. “Please tell me this isn’t a movie situation.” Marcus doesn’t smile. “It’s exactly a movie situation.” Adrian’s voice stays steady. “Which one?” Marcus studies the wiring. “If we cut the wrong one…” “Instant detonation.” “Exactly.” The timer drops again. 02:58 My chest tightens. “Marcus.”

Seeing that Sue was livid, Igor promptly told the staff to turn on the projector screen and play the recording of the experiment for Frank. It was a time-lapse video, showing that in just three days, a lab rat with its rear leg miraculously regenerated moved around like nothing happened. The later footage of macaques showed the same result, and some of their arms were significantly stronger after regenerating, with one almost punching through the tempered glass. Sue sighed in relief—thank goodness Igor actually produced results, or she would be humiliated.

There were a few cute babies there and the moron passed them all only to stop at a small box kind of thing with a baby a small as my hand was laying with cubes all over her. The thing looked like a rat and yet Marcus said it was beautiful. That thing’s skin was so light that if I was too close, I could see it’s insides. “Dear Lord, will it survive? Let it survive or this man would be crushed, he can’t afford to lose his wife and this thing as well.”

Jack rolled onto his side, propping his chin on his hands, his blue eyes fluttering with a soft, residual pink hue as he watched Marcus. "You were amazing today," Jack whispered, his melodic voice dripping with absolute adoration. "When that machine charged... I froze, Marcus. I was right back in my father’s house. But you didn't even blink. You just stood there and caught the world before it could hit me." "That's the job, Jack," Marcus rumbled gently. He finished wrapping the tape into a tight coil, slipping it into the pocket of his dark grey combat rig—right next to the heavy, hidden metallic token etched with the number 89.

Elysia I held onto a tree, trying to steady myself, but even the slightest step made pain shoot through my legs, and the sound of the horses grew even louder. From a distance, I could see the torch lights. “No, no, no, no, no,” I whispered. “I can't let Gabriel's men take me back to that devilish place.” I heard a branch snap behind me, and I started running, even with the pain. “Over there!” I heard somebody yell.