Specialchem Romane & Geschichten

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Familiar in the wrong way. She was already turning toward the studio audience when the man in the fourth row stood up. He was ordinary looking. Mid-forties. He had passed through the building's human security screening without flagging anything because what he was carrying was designed not to flag standard screenings. It was a modified aerosol device, the same suppression compound from the facility raids, but in a concentrated form that Petra had identified in the Solace Group research files as a new iteration. At high enough concentration it wasn't just suppressive. It was lethal to supernatural biology.

Back in the front sit, Mr Morgan smiled broadly at his daughters words and as expected picked her to be the winner. "Let's reach the camp site first then we can talk about your reward" The little girl grinned and wiggled her brows for her brother and he huffed in annoyance.... on their way, they came across a huge glass building that picked their interest and their blabber mouth spoke about it. This time it as Mrs Morgan who spoke. " That is laboratory ACCM .known for producing only for the world's government.I also heard that they had a school there for special agents.... they are high class restricted and their weapons are beyond dangerous. Drive fast Daniel " she concluded and both twins

Elisha replied “What's a filth cocktail?” Candace asked. “It’s a drug that is made from boiled down fermented fruit mixed with whatever chemicals we could swipe off of the staff typically would be drunk like one would shoot alcohol and its effect varied from pretty much just being drunk to full blown hallucinations pending on the batch that was circulating. It has been known to kill people before it almost claimed Ebony a couple of times if I hadn’t found her when I did and forced her to throw it all up.” Elisha replied

The Big Four: Steven Chase, Baron Sage, Iphan Carter and Kane Richmond bossed over the conglomerate, with Steven as the head, more of a Godfather. The underground brought forth money from the production of a white powder. The underground? It was a crack house. X-habit's main aim was to keep the money rolling in, Kaching! Kaching! In hard, hard currency. But somehow other benefits accompanied the money. Fame was one, Power was another. Chase Motors, a car manufacturing and selling company which was owned by Steven was one of the entities the money brewed. Sage Hotels and Suites was another. Baron Sage owned this one. It was one of the famous hotels in the state and was still rising to greater

Again, the light turns from red to green. I open the door and close it behind me. EXPERIMENTAL read the sign. I look as the backlighted shelves. Various guns, contraptions and ammunition. All developed to kill wolves with the best efficiency. I walk down the aisle to a section that's gated and padlocked. I shoot the lock and open it. Rows upon rows of various liquids. All chemical weapons to be used against us. I scan the rows and stop at a vial of glowing blue liquid. I pick it up and turn it in my fingers. I read the label. "Wolfsbane"

Greetings came from left and right he answered none,he's got something more important to figure out. He unlocked the door with his fingerprint stepping into a vast room filmed with screens of different sizes connected to different CCTV, satellites,secret cams,cars dashboard and lots more. Staffs moved around,yes this is the Malkov Intel ,with their large database they keep track of a lot of things,they do dirty like real dirty jobs of blackmailing people for the cash. And good jobs like finding a missing person,or helping an investigation,any of which they do money, enough money is involved.

" Among the current eight known Specialization categories, aside from the fairly common General and Mysticism types, Combat, Marksmanship, Engineering, Reconnaissance, Medical, and Summoning were all considered rare. Engineering, in particular, was practically a divine gift in a road-survival game where vehicles reigned supreme. Jake rubbed his chin, curious. "Desmond, if these Specializations are so rare, how do you know the categorization so well?" Desmond smiled faintly, lowering his voice. "I've got someone planted inside Gigatron. I heard it from Dennis. Apparently he's got an ancient text in his possession, one that records a lot of secrets about this world. "Of course, I don't fully b

Lethal even in a thoroughly corporate way. Before I left the restroom, I reached into my designer leather tote bag and pulled out a small amber glass atomizer. It was a custom-blended, silver-infused chemical perfume I bought from a rogue alchemist on the dark web for an exorbitant price. It smelled faintly of sharp lavender and synthetic metal. One spray on my wrists, one on my throat. The silver compounds in the liquid instantly bonded with my skin, creating a chemical block that completely suppressed my supernatural pheromones. To any passing shifter, I wouldn't even smell like an omega, I would smell like cold dead plastic and office paper.

From the corner of my eye, I caught the name on the badge pinned to his chest—Kael Goliath. I heard a faint sigh. "Never mind. Follow me." He led me into the inner room. It was an assessment room filled with various runic instruments. "Sit on the table and remove your outer clothes," he said, pointing to the stone table in the center. It was connected to numerous crystal conduits. "Excuse me… are there no other healers available?" I mustered the courage to ask. The idea of a stranger he-wolf performing a medical assessment on me made my nerves prickle in fear and nervousness.