Season 5 Lab Rats Novels & Stories

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.

Byron hadn’t called anyone on the phone. But his mental state had not changed he was still insane. He hadnt abducted anyone yet, but he still did his experiments. “All of my rats have gone missing, as if they knew I was after them as if they were saved by an angel.” Byron said, holding a rat with his two hands tightly preventing it from breathing. Byron then looked up at the ceiling, Agent lunga controlled the robo bugs to try and hide them.

His attention pulled away from the books in his hands "Uh?" "I feel we should find out about the lab rat those two men are using. That Chick man said they were using someone to make a different version of zombie, something like that. We should probably kidnap their lab rat for a start" "You shouldn't worry then. Me and few others will sneak past his security to get the lab rat. You shouldn't get involved with this one else you might loose control again" he warned "Okay, I understand. I should probably go back now so they don't think I'm dead" She joked.

I jumped down from the flowerbed and walked away without looking back. Somehow, someone had recorded everything and uploaded it online, including the evidence I had posted in the group chat. The Christmas holidays was prime time for drama, and within an hour, it went viral. The internet exploded with comments. “Oh my god, what kind of family is this? That’s terrifying.” “So it’s true what they say. once there’s a stepmother, there’s a stepfather problem too.” “The scariest part is the sister. She’s hated her for years over this? That’s insane.”

"We partied too hard last night and forgot to use protection—don't forget to buy morning-after pills for your wife." Looking at the woman's smooth bare back and the red mole on her neck in the photo, I felt absolutely nothing. Again. Five years of marriage, and this wasn't the first time. Kathy liked to test me this way. She called it her "little experiment." The first time, she "accidentally" left a receipt for condoms on the nightstand. I got angry and confronted her, but she just smiled with contempt. "Why are you so petty? My girlfriends and I bought that on purpose just to see how you'd react." The second time was on our wedding anniversary. A guy showed up at our door with a bouq

Jessica brought Lisa and Mindy to visit him. Then, Jessica handed William a video. It turned out that while Amanda had destroyed all the lab's surveillance footage that day, she overlooked a hidden camera I had installed. I had set it up as a precaution during the final stages of the experiment in case anything went wrong with the experimental products. William's hands trembled as he looked at the video. "Sarah, the one who's not loved is the third wheel. Mr. Carter can only choose between you and me. Let's make a bet and see who he picks!"

Cairo hadn’t been Sean’s choice. FLASHBACK — MESSARA LAB, 1943 — NIGHT A stripped-down lab, crates stacked for retreat. A German doctor in a stained coat stood over a strapped Greek teenager. “Extraction,” he murmured for the log. “No anesthetic.” The boy screamed; orderlies held him. Vials clinked. A second table. A sobbing girl dragged into restraints, then stilled with the butt of a rifle. The doctor’s glare cut the guard to size. “You damage my subject, you answer to me.” Mixtures prepared, syringes loaded, notes scratched in a hand too calm for the room. Down in the catacomb, another body joined the heap. The silence learned to hold all of it.

He fired up his computer and dove into the numbers. On the flip side, Helma was already mixing up a new batch. Hort did a double-take at two extra lab rats. "I thought we had only one tough cookie left. What's with these two...?" That got everyone craning their necks. Leon popped his head up from his screen, a lightbulb going off. "Miss King, you didn't happen to see this train wreck coming from a mile away, did you?" He had a flashback to these two lab rats.

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."

His usual composure was shattered; the man who stood before Riley was unrecognizable. "The one… that came with the human skeleton," Sebastian choked out, his voice breaking. "I… I need that dog." Sebastian's voice was choked with sobs and eventually became vague at the end of his speech. Riley's eyes widened in realization. Slowly, he pointed toward the autopsy stand. "It's there. I placed it there." Sebastian released him and staggered into the room inside. He didn't even bother putting on gloves—an unthinkable breach of protocol for someone as meticulous as him.