Lab Rats Leo From The Future Novels & Stories

*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.

But it gave us a second of cover, and that was enough to let her breathe. For a moment she did not speak. Neither did I. Then she said it, voice thin and rough, “It was a lab, Julian. Not just a room. Not just a holding area. It was a lab.” My jaw tightened. “What did you see?” The answer came out in pieces. “Chambers. Equipment. Monitoring screens. Genetic storage units. They had Leo inside one of the cryogenic chambers.” I went still. That was not a detail I needed repeated. It was still enough to make my stomach turn.

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.

This was the blueprint of their new world. Foundation director Elara was in serious conversation with the lanky, purple-haired boy from the Brooklyn shelter—Leo, who had begun interning with the foundation just a short time before and exuding a confidence that months earlier would have been unthinkable. A pair of Jonah's old acquaintances from his pre-Roberts Global days were debating the advantages and disadvantages of different hull coatings with all the air of academicians strictly theoretical and wholly sincere.

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.

"Tell me about Leo. Tell me about the bomb." Isaac looked at the floor, his hands trembling. "Rowan... that monster. The pod he sent wasn't meant to kill the boy. It was filled with a high-dose mutation gas. It forced Leo’s powers to mature in seconds. He’s not a baby anymore, Lyra. He’s a teenager. And he thinks we are the enemies." "Where is he?" I demanded, walking past him toward the bridge. Every step I took left a faint, scorched footprint on the metal deck.

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.

I screamed, lunging toward him. "Mother, look at the floor!" Leo’s voice was a frantic, indigo-shaking shout. My son was kneeling at the base of the spire, his indigo runes scrolling through a series of red "FUTURE-DEBT" warnings. The floor of the Fifth Layer was not made of stone; it was made of Projected Time. I saw images of the Thirtieth Cycle, the Fiftieth, the One-Hundredth. And in every one, Leo was standing as the Lone Administrator, his eyes silver, his heart a clock of salt.

TIME: 13:00 HOURS. LOCATION: THE IRON WHALE - MEDICAL BAY. STATUS: AFTERMATH. The smoke was clearing, but the air was bitterly cold from the nitrogen leak. Leo was sitting on the floor, dazed. His face was covered in soot, and blood trickled from a cut on his forehead, but he was grinning like a maniac. "Did you see that?" Leo wheezed, clutching his bruised ribs. "Ren froze a tank. He literally froze a tank. That was... that was awesome."

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