Lab Rats Series 3 Novels & Stories

"Hi, everyone! I'm Logan, and today I have a very special guest with me, Mr. Whitlock! He's going to be reviewing rat poison live on stream!" The mention of reviewing rat poison sent the live stream's popularity through the roof. Looking at the ten cups of rat poison in front of me, I instinctively shot a glance at Brielle. She looked away uneasily, as if giving implicit consent to everything that was going on. "Now, Mr. Whitlock is about to start the review! Everyone, hit that 'like' button to cheer him on!" At Logan's urging, the live stream shot straight to the top of the charts.

I said, “every experiment in this lab gets tested on you first. Before any volunteer. Before any animal trial. You.” I leaned close. “You are my lab rat now.”

It had been close to forty seconds but it felt like they had been waiting for several minutes. “I don't think it is working.” Ryan sighed. “It has only been forty seconds, son.” Grey glanced at him. “I know, I know but...” “Hold on,” Grey raised his hand and then called his attention to the rat. Ryan stopped and looked at the subject on the desk. The rat started to move from side to side, making horrible sounds. His tiny eyes swelled, becoming bigger and bigger. The same thing happened to its belly and tiny legs. It swelled and its color morphed into crimson.

Everything needed to be noted as it would be made into a book later regarding the research and put in the library for future reference. However, when James looked into the log dated recently, he did not see anything being injected into a lab rat. There was, however, the injection log of his daughter and it was dated two days ago. But the logs of the days before that, even dated a week back had not shown there were any experiment on the lab rats using the last serum. He was confused about this, recalling that the doctor might forgot it at his home. But even the doctor would not make a mistake such as forgetting to update the log here.

*SQQQUUEEEKK! the remaining Rats is not giving up their comrade and attack too but we successfully block them *SQQUUUEEEE..* and another Big Rat has been slain! Art gather another set of water for the next attack of rats *SQQUEEEK!!!!* the remaining Big Rat is more enraged than before and attacks us in front! both of them jumps towards us but the Rat is just an animal even though it is mutated a little, its brain was focus on its primal nature and attacks us without caring about anything

Mark, noticing Selena's weakness, muttered, "Spades is truly despicable, not even sparing a woman. You're very weak now. Be careful." Mark was a gentle person, handling Selena with care. His manners were courteous and dignified, leaving no room for misunderstanding. They approached a table, where the listening device and reports from the last time were laid out. Mark explained, "This listening device contained a terrifying drug. I extracted some of it and applied it daily to lab mice. The result was that the mice grew stronger and more energetic." As he spoke, Mark took out two cages of mice. One cage was noticeably more active, while the other mice were behaving normally. He then produced a

--- Inside the Lab — The Nerve Center The doors hissed open, smooth and seamless, as Soo-ah hacked the biometric lock. Valerian moved with precision, clearing the small antechamber before entering. The lab was pristine, sterile, almost unnervingly quiet. Rows of serum vials glimmered under fluorescent lights, computers displayed live test results, and cages in the corner revealed the cruel experiments — human subjects strapped to tables, unconscious under monitoring equipment. Soo-ah’s stomach churned. “They’re worse than we imagined,” she whispered. Her hands shook as she began copying files to a portable drive, ensuring the evidence couldn’t be destroyed.

The truth was out in the open, and it was crystal clear who was responsible for our ordeal. **** While passing Mr. Miller's office, I overheard him engaged in a phone conversation with someone working for him. Curiosity piqued, I discreetly lingered outside the door to catch a snippet of their discussion. "You mentioned progress in our research," Mr. Miller inquired eagerly. "Can you be more specific?" The voice on the other end of the line responded, "Indeed, sir. One of our latest formulas has resulted in some remarkable findings. It made our laboratory rats live three to four times longer than the average lifespan."

“First of all, thank you for coming on such short notice. Jessica and I have made crucial progress with the sulfa tablets. It doesn’t differ much from the previous formula that I fixed for Moonlit Labs, but will be much more accessible to the public and the citizens of the country.” I turn to Jessica and she passes me a large plate that holds four tiny bowls. Inside the bowls is a crisp white powder. I hold the plate out and the three of them take a bowl, inspecting it. Setting the plate down, I take the last bowl and direct their attention to a sick lab rat in a cage. “I’m going to take the powder and apply a small amount to his exposed wound that has sadly been infected.” Out of the corner

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