Lab Rats Leo From The Future Novels & Stories

Leo 'Yeah ,surely you guessed it but this is really not my lab,it is gonna be my future testing room!',said Mr. Ronald giving an evil smile. 'Um...are you sure why you wanted to show this to me?',asked Mr. Leo growing uncomfortable. 'Yeah......wasn't it you who gave me the idea !?. Where to test my vaccine?Rats grown old, man,I want to test it on humans !',said Mr. Ronald

If the Iron-Wolves brought their hydraulic suits, I wanted the very air around them to become a magnet, pinning them to the ground in their own iron coffins. Leo worked beside me in the Great Lab. He didn't shift, but his golden eyes never left the monitors. He had inherited my analytical mind and Killian’s raw power. Every time a technician struggled with a neural-link, Leo would simply point, his small voice calm and steady. "The frequency is too high, Mr. Marcus. Lower it to the 'Sleepy' range. The crystals like it better." He was five years old, and he was optimizing the most complex weaponry on the planet. The "face-slap" to the scientists was evident—they were looking at a child as if

Unknown number. I opened it. My heart stopped. It was a picture. It was Leo. He was huddled in the corner of a cage. But it wasn't a normal cage. The bars were dull and gray. Silver. Leo was curled into a tiny ball, clutching his wooden wolf toy. His hands were red and blistered where he had touched the bars. He was crying, his face streaked with dirt and tears. Below the picture was a location and a time. DEVIL'S DROP CANYON. MIDNIGHT.

When I burst through the door of the servant's quarters, Leo was already standing there, his laptop safely tucked under his arm, his young face lit up with a wild, triumphant adrenaline. “Did you see it?” Leo gasped, his voice cracking with a profound, childlike delight as he looked at me. “Did you see his face, Adrian? The great Yamelyan Radov looked like he was about to vomit his three-star Michelin truffles all over the boardroom members!”

"The sledge is melted. The ledger is sand. There isn't a scrap of iron left between here and the coast that is not already keyed to the Regent's treasury dynamo." From the center of the glass riverbed a single sharp click-click-click broke the silence of the zinc terrace. It was not the telegraph key. It was the sound of a porcelain foot striking the glass. Through the haze a small figure was walking up the highway from the south. It was Leo. He was no longer a child. His porcelain limbs had grown long and slender, his torso covered in a high-collared kirtle of woven silver wire that clicked against his knees with every step. His head was still bare, his white ceramic features smooth, free o

*At the lab* Leo arrived and was greeted by the men. "Go to your stations. The serpent will be here tomorrow morning and doesn't want any mishaps," He said. The men followed and now he is left with the head doctor. "Everything is set," "Good," He pressed something inside his pocket. "Now," He said and in just a mere five seconds, the lights went out, and a series of gunshots echoed the place. Eric's men hacked the system so that the CCTV will not catch everything. One of James' men rushes to Leo to report.

Adrian's POV I forced myself to breathe, though it felt like my lungs had forgotten how. “Show me.” There was a click, then a hiss of static, then the image came through in fragments on the small comms display. And my blood ran cold. Leo was strapped down and unmoving. His body was attached to a device I could not fully make out at first because the image kept glitching, but the shape of it was clear enough. A rig. Something built for containment and measurement and control. Not a bed. Not a holding cell. Something worse.

The labels read: **PHOENIX PRIME - STRAIN AEROSOL. The second case held similar vials and several blocks of a crystalline substance – **NEUROTOXIN STABILIZER - BATCH 7**. **“Plant the charges!”** Harlan ordered, tossing Leo small, magnetized blocks of C-4 from his pack. **“Every containment unit! Every freezer! On the cases! Make it total!”** Leo moved with grim efficiency, slapping charges onto bioreactors, liquid nitrogen tanks, the open sample cases. The corrosive vapor burned his eyes and throat, even through the cloth he’d pulled up over his mouth. The scientist watched, whimpering, his suit dissolving.

But she had Leo. Leo walked forward, slipping out of Gaia’s reach. He stood before the glowing titan of the Seventh, his small stature a stark contrast to the divine machine before him. "You're not a body," Leo said, his voice clear and ringing through the cavern. "You're just a big, lonely box." The Seventh paused. "I am the sum of all knowledge, child. I am the future."

The white grid above us kept swallowing the ceiling, drop by drop, like milk spilling across a dark table. Leo was flat on his stomach near a massive bronze wheel that rose straight out of the floor. The metal wasn't plain; it was covered in deep, blocky grooves that looked like gears but didn't click into anything. His blue windbreaker was torn at the elbow, revealing a patch of red, scraped skin. He didn't look up as the white light grew brighter, his fingers tearing at three thick copper cables that were growing out of the base of the wheel.