Lab Rats Mission Suits Novels & Stories

I yawned, stretching my arms over my head feeling my eyes grow heavy. We plan for hours, talked through every last tiny detail. We talked about the what if's and consider every scenario and outcome. I've given each man a option to drop out at the end if they were having second thoughts and all four of them shake their heads, declining my offer. Everything is ready and planned to take Amil down in a few days. I'd have to rest to make sure I'm up to it and ready which means getting enough sleep. I head for the stairs and turn towards Tobias —

He gave a curt nod, turning swiftly on his heel to carry out the order. As Matt approached the lab, the unease in his chest only deepened. The metallic click of his boots against the cold, tiled floor echoed in the corridor, a stark reminder of the sterile world they operated in. He hesitated briefly before pushing the heavy steel door open. The lab was dimly lit, with flickering fluorescent lights casting a sickly greenish hue over the room. Rows of monitors lined the walls, each displaying streams of data, surveillance footage, and algorithmic charts. The air was tinged with a faint chemical smell—clean yet oddly oppressive. The hum of machines and the occasional beep of equipment filled t

Blanche rolled her eyes again, he made too much delay for her question to be answered. It’s already the night. The night to get Hent back. Blanche’s wearing her black turtleneck, long sleeve jumpsuit – a standard uniform when coming to the organization, Moss wore his usual cargo pants and army green shirt together with a huge brown coat. Because he’s an old man that can be easily distinguished for his muscly and broad figure, he has his own rules in clothing. He would still be recognized in whatever he wore. As for Rat, he would enter in the dome-like structure of the organization as a scientist. Because there’s a lot of people in lab coats here, the security of the organization would not ma

Inside that room, was where Nikola experimented on his human-cum-werewolf prototypes. Surrounding the chamber, a team of dedicated scientists and engineers, clad in white lab coats, moved with purposeful grace. They were the architects of Menelik's grand vision, tirelessly working to manifest the impossible. Their brows furrowed in deep concentration, their hands deftly manipulating intricate apparatuses, and their eyes reflecting the flickering glow of screens displaying vital data.

"He thinks he's hunting a rival, a ghost on a bike. He doesn't know his sister-in-law is about to tear a hole in his billion-dollar security grid." Twenty minutes later, I was in the back of the darkened warehouse. The midnight blue gown lay discarded on the oil-stained concrete like the shed skin of a snake. I pulled on the black carbon-fiber suit, the familiar weight of the reinforced padding settling over my shoulders like armor. I snapped the helmet into place, the Heads-Up Display (HUD) flickering to life, displaying a map of Julian’s digital sensors in angry red pulses.

I raised an eyebrow, confused. "You were wearing the Firefighting Technology Institute's latest 'Black Rhino series' firefighting suit during the mission, right?" I nodded. That suit was experimental, and there were only two in the entire department. Because of my superior physical condition and experience, Fabian had given me one, asking me to collect real-world data with it. A smile tugged at Queenie's lips.

​The specialized stealth suits felt like a second skin of dense, matte-black weave, engineered to absorb both thermal radiation and local radar frequencies. In the dim light of the bunker's lower armory, Vivian pulled the primary locking straps tight across her chest, her blue eyes reflecting the cold green luminescence of the tactical interface.

"It’s still early. Let’s head to the lab directly. I want to get back as soon as possible—tomorrow night at the latest." "Understood. Steven, take care of the route." Idris gestured subtly to the side. Steven immediately adjusted their schedule and redirected the motorcade. Three floors underground— The most advanced laboratory in Demerra. Briella changed into a specially-designed protective suit and entered the core room slowly and carefully. The gear was bulky, but it could block radiation from rare metals in case the core components ruptured. Outside the protective glass, a crowd of tech specialists stood watching. All eyes were on the white figure inside—full of admiration and awe. Who w

She and Stacey held hands as they twitched with anticipation together. Riley was on Dylan’s knee on the sofa with Ethan, and Sabastian sat beside them. Kara and Elio were in the corner near the back of the room. Jaden, Caden and Avery were on the other side of Stacey, standing ready to strike. “The suits have been made to measure and after some testing they will hold in place when you shift and shift back so you will be protected in both forms,” Jaden whistled impressively as Gabriel picked up several dark navy suits that reminded me of a wet suit, long sleeves, and to the knee.

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.