Lab Rats Mission Suits Novels & Stories

Julian laid out the special clothing on the bed, a sleek, jet-black tactical suit, fitted to Cecil’s form. It was flexible enough for stealth movement, but lined with hidden compartments and reinforced seams. Lightweight, breathable, and deadly quiet. Perfect for slipping undetected into enemy territory. “Where did you even get this?” Cecil asked as she slipped the suit on, running her fingers over the reinforced stitching and small side pockets. Julian didn’t look up. He was inspecting a vial filled with translucent liquid. “Let’s just say... It’s a prototype we keep in storage at the Federation HQ—for situations that require more... discretion.”

Across from him, Lazarus and Sebastian were nearly unrecognizable. They were covered head to toe in ultraviolet-blocking suits—sleek and black with an almost tactical sheen. These weren’t your average UV suits. They were made from photosensitive carbon-silicate mesh—prototype tech Lazarus had bankrolled through a shell biotech company in Geneva. Their gloves were lab-sealed in nitrogen to prevent light seepage, and their faces were concealed beneath fitted ski masks crafted from the same material as the suits. Thick, reflective goggles glinted like the dark lenses of futuristic soldiers, engineered to bend UV light away from the retina entirely.

The second one was named Lily, while the third one was Huntress. The fourth one, which looked relatively new, was named Mia. It was the only section that had a single bodysuit and a training suit within it. "This is the storage unit where we get prepared for our missions. The emergency elevator is beside the wall, which gives the fastest access. Everything you see within the sections is collected by the respective hunters themselves."

Their eyes glowed red. “I’ve got this, Mom,” Ralin said confidently. He quickly created his own air shield, adding a bit of pale green color so Leesa would know what he was doing. The rodents did not make as much noise slamming into the barrier as the crows did, but their fur sizzled more loudly than the birds’ feathers as they died. The swarm of rats kept coming, climbing up upon the bodies of their fellows to try to get at their three targets. The stench of their charred corpses was even stronger and more foul than that of the crows.

Toys got used in every way – vibrators in pussies and asses, dildos strapped on for fucking, beads and plugs for extra stretch. Finally, as the lab lights dimmed to simulate night, we collapsed in a big heap on the mats. Limbs tangled, heads on breasts, hands still idly stroking pussies or asses to keep the warmth alive. Breathing slowed, but smiles lingered. This lab was my heaven now, filled with clones of me, all loving each other in an endless frenzy. I lay there, spent and satisfied, already dreaming of activating the machine for clone six.

This may be because the Jaguar team is tired of doing the same training routine for months. "Okay then. We'll start the mission. But first, you have to wear protective clothing,” said Captain Arnold. All members of the Jaguar team wear protective clothing ranging from chest, knee and hand protectors and are equipped with special helmets. “Okay, all of you are wearing protective suits. Do you know why I told you to wear protective clothing?” asked Captain Arnold testing the Jaguar team members. "No Captain, we don't know," replied Eren representing the Jaguar team. "That's because you guys have to exterminate those creepy creatures now!" said Captain Arnold in a firm tone. "What?!" all member

“No, they figured it would take time to work out the laws and they figured it could take as long as ten years back in twenty-fifteen.” Rob couldn’t stop the proud grin at the woman who went out of her way to find out how to keep him safe if the mission goes downhill fast and the humans found out. Which everyone feared was more than likely going to happen with all the recent incidents caught on video and uploaded on the internet. He disliked the idea of his name and pack forever being linked to the worst breach in their existence to date in their known history. A known history which dated back a very long way. “So, they’re making you go into the lab to do what, exactly?”

He had just come out of the administrative room, not far from the research room. The cold atmosphere and the sound of monitors and machine whispers were audible. Seno's mood was somewhat comforted by the orderliness there. "How's the progress?" he asked after receiving a spray of disinfectant over his body. The hazmat suit and accessories made Seno and the lab environment protected, including the bald man. "It's still in development, Boss," the bald man replied, trembling. For three weeks now, those were the only words he could utter. Seno was obviously furious.

"I like it." "And for you, my super-friend?" Ivan asked Sebastian. Sebastian walked past the assault rifles. He stopped in front of a glass case. Inside was a suit. Not Iron Man armor. But something tactical. Sleek. Matte black plates over a Kevlar weave. A helmet with a HUD (Heads-Up Display). "The Ratnik-3 Prototype," Ivan whistled. "Exoskeleton support. Ceramic plating. Thermal vision. It was too expensive for the Russian army."

Then he turned to the holographic suit designs on the lab wall, his vampire gaze dissecting the void-language specifications with the same intensity he once applied to SEC filings. "Six suits," he muttered. "One for Jack. One for Katherine. One for Marcus. One for Haley. One for Mercy." He counted again. "That is five. Who is the sixth suit for?" The question hung in the empty lab like a debt waiting to be collected. On the Obsidian Lab's deepest monitoring terminal, the micro-transaction frequency ticked again. Eighty-seven minutes.