Lab Rats Season 3 Novels & Stories

Rachel said indifferently, it was unknown what had made her angry. Alex stared blankly at Rachel wondering what was happening, but did not say anything, he knew she was probably angry with him, for all his questions. The two proceed back to the lab after putting on the glasses, immediately after they got into the lab, they switched on the torchlight, it was then everything in the lab came clearly into their view. The lab was a spacious one, there were three long tables made with tiles on the left and right side, the last table was right in the middle of the lab, the walls were filled with all kinds of posters and drawings, and there was a corridor by the left side, a cabinet with all sorts o

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.”

He grabbed a neutralizing spray and doused the cage in a cloud of thick, white mist. The violet light in the rat's eyes flickered and died. Subject 42 slumped back onto all fours, its fur returning to a dull white. It blinked, let out a normal, pathetic squeak, and began to groom its tail as if it hadn't just dismantled the social lives of half the room. The lab was in chaos. Students were whispering, crying, or staring at Thorne with newfound suspicion. Thorne himself looked like he was about to have a stroke.

It led not up, but down, deep into the building’s bowels. The lower level was a revelation. It was the building’s skeleton, damp concrete, snaking pipes, the groan of distant machinery, but it had been modified. New conduits ran along the ceiling. Small cameras, their red LEDs like watching insect eyes, tracked their progress from corners. As they moved down a narrow corridor, a calm, digital voice issued from a hidden speaker. “Variable pair demonstrates cohesive movement. Stress response elevated. Proceed to evaluation chamber one.” They were rats in a maze, and the scientist was narrating their run.

He looked at his course mates who surrounded him at the Rat which was at the brink of death when it was brought in, but now, it was alive and breathing well. It suddenly snapped in his head—He did it! “Yes! I did it!” He cried out in excitement, then jumped out of his chair in joy. The cheers in the lab was loud and they all happily celebrated with him, then assisted Evans in cleaning up and also making sure that the lab rat would survive. Done with all of this, Evans fell on the couch, tired and drained both mentally and physically. He hadn't eaten since yesterday night and he felt so hungry that he could die.

Liam let out a soft laugh and playfully tousled my hair. "Selena, it's been ten years. You've grown distant from me!" I pretended to be annoyed and pushed his hand away. "Ugh, you've ruined my hair again!" It was as if we had been transported back to the days when the three of us were thick as thieves. Once my fever recovered, Liam stuck by my side, helping me pick up all the essentials I needed to get by.

The maddened rat squad must be plugged in somewhere, a situation that Lena’s horrifically blurry warning — Protocol at lab entrance, reversal agent — felt like a lifeline for pushing me farther into the dark. The lab was a mausoleum of steel and mystery, the air heavy with the tang of chemicals and rot, darkness consuming my flashlight’s narrow cone. I felt my heart race, fear driving it as I looked around the cluttered workbenches, which were blanketed with broken vials and faded notes, the last remnants of Marrow’s frantic work. Natasha had been here, I thought with her as a ghost, her meddling in Lena’s lab — N.A. wrote on tainted vials — a cruel tribute to her lack of whimsy. Lena’s fold

That's because I was asleep from the shots Jeremy has been giving to me. But my wonderful doctor always told me that Diego came to see me. He even showed me a footage as a prove, so I won't feel upset. That made me happy. But on this day, I was lucky to meet my Alpha. Not face to face, but from a distance. I was taking a stroll around the lab when I saw Diego and Arnold at the lab room with Jeremy. He came to find out about the progress of the drug so far. "Still working on it, Alpha. I've already carried out a few tests with three of the bottles. The results on our lab rats aren't giving that much except for one," Jeremy reported, showing both Diego and Arnold a video of those two ladies in

Our chief of security assured me that breaking into our labs was next to impossible, but it didn't help dispose of the restlessness inside me. A few more days had passed, and we had another reason to celebrate. We cured our lab rats, and although none of them had a disease as problematic to treat as cancer, we could now officially declare that our method passed the second stage. We had our little party inside the laboratory right after reading the final test results. The next day, Callan took me on another date so we could celebrate my success—just the two of us.

The poor thing's symptoms were straight out of a horror flick: muscles clenching like crazy, nerves on fire, bleeding inside, gasping for air, and foaming at the mouth. Some of them even had their hearts stop cold turkey. According to the timeline, the rat had been juiced up with three rounds of Starlight Blossom serum and should have had enough antibodies to not just drop dead on the spot. Leon smelled a rat with the data. He fired up his computer and dove into the numbers.