What Happened To Lab Rats: Elite Force Novels & Stories

I hadn’t expected them to be back so soon. They’ve never returned so quickly after finding one of my laboratories. In fact, the last time, they burned it down, releasing all my subjects. This time, my subjects had escaped on their own. I had been watching from my personal laboratory since my lead scientist told me that the shifts were imminent. He wasn’t wrong, but what we didn’t expect was that they would grow to sizes that burst through their cages. They had become wild, killing the scientists before helping the others escape.

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.

They slowly brought the elites in one group by one group and Allen took them all in by communicating with them and soon the lab was on its way to facing a lot of ants, all hiding in the networks. When they were changing shifts, Allen had all the ants come out at once, seeing so many of them, the new ones and the old ones all ran. The new ones were expecting something else, and they got something else, the old ones because they were all already pretty exhausted and were retiring for the day.

He had a flashback to these two lab rats. They were the ones Helma had scratched off the roster. Officially, they were goners. Reality painted a different picture; these two were in tip-top shape, taking to the meds like ducks to water. They had not shown any signs of kicking up a fuss during the trials, and the Glacier toxin was on the down low. After they got the axe from the list, they were stashed away in a top-secret lab upstairs. Back then, Leon did not get Helma's game plan and did not pry.

Cohen said after the staring contest. Mira approached the meeting table before dumping a stack of files on it. Liam looked at the files and realized those were the investigation that Zidane and the others did on Klaud Group and June Lab. It seemed they had gathered considerable evidence that June Lab was using rogue werewolves as experiment subjects and that Klaud Group was funding the project. But this wasn't only concerning the werewolves' community. It also concerned the human authorities as to the ones who captured the rogue werewolves were human polices. June Lab used rogue werewolves as experiment subjects, but they used human inmates as the trial subjects to see whether the experiment

What she had never expected was that he would persuade someone within the base to betray them and help him. "What do we do now, Ms. Gillis? Please make a decision!" Everyone was frantic, like ants on a burning nest. "Extract all core experimental data. Destroy everything else." Sheryl closed her eyes briefly. When she opened them again, they were bloodshot, demonic. "As for all experimental subjects… eliminate every single one. Leave no survivors!" A chill swept through the room. The so-called experimental subjects included children as young as five and elderly individuals up to seventy. Yet in the eyes of this cruel and bloodthirsty woman, they were nothing more than lab rats. Their lives h

Their loud conversations as they brought in coolers for my organs. But most importantly, the glass jars. Lining the walls of the underground laboratory were long glass jars. Each jar had a pup suspended in liquid… but not normal dead pups. They looked like a failed experiment. The pups were mangled, like they had been tortured before death. Most of them a cross between a wolf and a child. Alpha Tristan swore hotly, his eyes flashing amber as he ran a hand through his hair. It was the most emotion I had ever seen him show.

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.”

However, contrary to expectations, the display fizzled out from just a light jab from Frank, and it even blew up in flames. Shocked, the scientist promptly put out the fire, while Frank smiled in wry amusement and apologized. "Sorry, I was holding back, but it's just more fragile than I thought!" The scientist was left speechless. So that was why Igor was insistent that a bigwig be their lab rat—such freaky physical data would be unmatched, even among the rest of the world! In short, this man was the best lab rat! And over the remaining tests, Frank's results surpassed the norm by a country mile.

Lord Raven Dark targeted her specifically. Weaker wolves had surrendered without enduring much torture but were useless to Raven, their wolf instincts underdeveloped and weakened by Moon Pearls, slumped on the ground. Guilt gnawed at my conscience as I shook my head in pity. "Prepare for injection, Subject 20!" Dr. Elio announced, his voice echoing through the sterile room, holding up a serum filled with a whitish liquid. My jaw dropped, my heart sank. ‘Oh no, this will break her spirit and strength.’