Lab Rats Mission Suits Novels & Stories

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

The two women reluctantly agreed. Number one lab was a huge windowless room. All the spaces and three room length benches were taken up by literally hundreds of cages of all types – some of a sealed-glass construction with their own private air-conditioning and filtration units, but most of the standard open mesh type. Hundreds of pairs of eyes, mostly small, red and beady, turned to stare at us as we entered. There must have been between fifteen hundred and two thousand animals in that room altogether – mostly mice, ninety per cent of them mice, I should have guessed, but also about a hundred rabbits and the same of guinea pigs. From what I could see they all seemed in good health.

A noise report. My jaw tightened. I felt it then…heat crawling up my neck, rage licking at my control. “There’s nothing down there for you,” I said evenly. “The basement houses laboratory specimens. I have permits.” “Specimens?” he echoed. “Yes,” I replied without missing a beat. “Genetically sensitive laboratory rats. A special breed. Highly reactive. Harmful if mishandled.” It wasn’t even a lie. Not entirely. The officer didn’t look convinced. “I’ll need to verify that,” he said, stepping closer. “Unlock the door.”

“Take care of yourself, Miss Lett. You’re a young lady. You’ll want to get married someday, have kids. Can’t do that if you’re always pushing yourself too hard.” I smiled sweetly. “I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you, Mr. Klein.” The elevator dinged on the 6th floor. The doors opened, and the strong smell of chemicals, ozone, and something metallic hit my nostrils immediately. This wasn’t just an office floor — this was a full-scale research and production lab. Mr. Klein called out to someone. A young-looking man in his early thirties emerged from a side room. He was wearing a full protective hazmat-style suit complete with a sealed mask and gloves.

Leon, who had been quiet, was already suited up in gloves, getting down to the nitty-gritty of dissecting the mice. The others pitched in to help. As key players on the experiment team, they had more than just Helma's trust—they had the chops to back it up. They cranked out the autopsy data in no time flat. The verdict was in: the lab rat had kicked the bucket due to a nasty Glacier flare-up.

The others went back to their workstations. They decided to finish their part of the tasks and do some experiments to keep their mind off of the humanoid and to help them focus their attention on what they need to do at the moment. The research lab was filled again with the rustling of papers and tinkling of glasses. Sometimes you'll even be able to hear small explosions due to the wrong diagnosis of their experiments. This keeps the six of them busy until the end of their shift.

,said Diana, saying this, Diana went out of the room to fetch Hugh "Whatever this is.....it is definitely not good news",said Oliver, looking intently at the device. ****************************** *In Ronald Labs* Ronald stared as everything was being fixed in their places in the room where all the experiments regarding their mission took place. The five subjects were placed side by side on the big table inside the glass barrier, and the serum was getting ready for injecting with big needles placed on top of their chests , just one press on the buttons and all the serum would be injected inside each of them.

"And if the glass cracks, don't bother praying. You'll be a red smear before you can even blink." Audrey stepped into the tube. She was wearing a specialized "Pressure-Suit" made of articulated brass and treated leather, but even through the armor, she felt the weight. It was like having a mountain sitting on her chest. Beside her, Lucas moved with a labored, heavy grace. His light-arm was their only source of illumination in the sapphire gloom. As they approached the central "Key"—a rotating sphere of violet crystal the size of a house—the water around them began to churn.

But fortunately, it had been fabricated by Logan. “Every time we enter the laboratory, there were multiple layers of protection. In some labs, the protective suits alone had more than three layers. Not to mention that the labs themselves were vacuum-sealed. All our oxygen was supplied directly inside the suits, so the masks could never be removed.” They were not professionals and had not expected it to be so severe, but Chris kept nodding. When Chris had been in school, he had also audited some experimental courses, but after a while, he felt that clinical work suited him better, and that pharmaceutical research might not be for him.

The inner parts of us suits were filled with self protection gadgets so he could fight against any possible form of attack ranging from the pause slash play remote, the frost ball, the lightning bolt 2000, and other minor things that were hard to detect via this hugging suit. "I noticed the cards in our suits and realized they were keys. They permit us access to the nail lab. "Once we're in, let's make sure to stick together. No one knows who's under these things so we've got to be careful, is this understood?" Lolita repeated for the third time since we'd dressed up. "We understand." I spoke on our behalf,hoping there would be no cause for her needless repetitions. "Okay, let's move!" Damon