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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4980957" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Dawn Biozyme: Part 2 – Compromised Environment</strong></p><p></p><p>Sparse night lights provided just enough light to see by, but little more—a few seemed to be out, while others flickered intermittently. All the visible doors were wholly or slightly ajar. </p><p></p><p>The wavering light revealed clean tile floors and antiseptically bare walls, although strange designs—hard to make out in the darkness—painted the floor and walls at random. The PA system was routed into the local country radio station, WTHQ 101.7. Unfortunately, the PA system was tinny and hollow and the country music eerily played in the darkened rooms and halls.</p><p></p><p>Hammer pointed at the door closest to the stairwell. It was slightly ajar. </p><p></p><p>Hammer and Jim-Bean took up positions on either side of the door, pistols out. Covering all angles, they pushed their way in.</p><p></p><p>Ventilation hoods competed with lab benches for wall and floor space. Every flat surface was covered with bottles filled with myriad chemicals, petri plates, slides, notebooks, and equipment ranging from easy-to-recognize microscopes to rotoevaporators, gel electrophoresis plates, and chromatography columns. </p><p></p><p>After confirming the room was empty, Hammer took a look at the microscope. "Take a look."</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean examined the microscope. The slide showed two cells. They appeared to be much different from each other. They were joined at the ends but were completing the process of breaking off from each other.</p><p></p><p>"What in the world kind of cell structure is that?" asked Hammer. </p><p></p><p>"That's the point," said Jim-Bean, shaking his head. "I'm not sure it is any kind of cell structure. Biologically speaking."</p><p></p><p>There was a muffled thump from a door on the other side of the lab. </p><p></p><p>Hammer and Jim-Bean took up positions next to the closed door. Hammer kicked it open.</p><p></p><p>It was another lab. Glassware lay broken here and there, a ventilation hood was dented and sticky with some sort of slime, machines mysteriously continued to run, though no operator stood nearby.</p><p></p><p>Two feet stuck out beneath an upright freezer. One of the feet twitched.</p><p></p><p>"Hey, you," shouted Hammer. "Come out of there."</p><p></p><p>Someone grunted beneath the freezer. "I'm a little…stuck."</p><p></p><p>Hammer grabbed the man by the ankles and yanked him out while Jim-Bean kept his gun trained on him.</p><p></p><p>It was a nebbish-looking scientist. He settled his glasses back on his nose. His badge read "Turne."</p><p></p><p>"Thanks," he said, rising to his feet.</p><p></p><p>"Who are you?" asked Hammer.</p><p></p><p>"Robert Turne." He looked around, blinking. "What happened?"</p><p></p><p>"We were going to ask you the same question," said Jim-Bean. "Why haven't you evacuated this floor like everyone else?"</p><p></p><p>"Evacuated?" Robert blinked. "I…I don't know. Last thing I remember I was working with Bill and Cliff…"</p><p></p><p>"Did you leave the machinery on?" asked Hammer urgently. "And the slide under the microscope?"</p><p></p><p>"What?" Robert took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes. "That was probably Bill. He's always leaving stuff on."</p><p></p><p>"Why don't you have a seat," said Jim-Bean. It wasn't a request. He shoved Robert into a chair.</p><p></p><p>"What's going on?" Robert quickly became alarmed. "Is this some sort of raid?"</p><p></p><p>"We're with the security team. This is just a precaution," said Hammer as he zip-tied Robert's wrists to the metal chair.</p><p></p><p>"Wait…what? Have I done something wrong?"</p><p></p><p>"Not yet," said Jim-Bean.</p><p></p><p>Hammer pulled up a chair opposite Robert. "Now listen to me very carefully, Robert. We were just doing a final sweep of this level. We're shutting down the lab because the government is on to us. But something must have gone wrong, because you're still here."</p><p></p><p>Robert slowly nodded. "Yeah, I remember. I remember that I was supposed to clean up…" he coughed.</p><p></p><p>"Are you all right?"</p><p></p><p>Robert coughed again. "Yeah, I'm fine."</p><p></p><p>Before he could speak again, Jim-Bean said softly but tersely. "Hammer. His nose."</p><p></p><p>A thin trickle of blood dripped out of Robert's left nostril.</p><p></p><p>"Oh geeze, that happens when I get stressed. I'm sorry."</p><p></p><p>Hammer forced a smile. "No problem." He grabbed a cloth from one of the lab tables and wiped Robert's nose with it. "Now you were saying?"</p><p></p><p>"We got the word to sanitize the place. Bill was moving fast. I told him to…" he coughed again.</p><p></p><p>"Were you working with any infectious agents?" asked Hammer, taking a step back. "You don't look so good."</p><p></p><p>Robert blinked, looking around as if he was seeing the room for the first time. "Oh no."</p><p></p><p>"What?" asked Jim-Bean.</p><p></p><p>"I remember now. Yes, the cnidocytes. Oh God…"</p><p></p><p>"What? What about them?" </p><p></p><p>"We were experimenting with Mother's Milk." Robert started talking very quickly. "We used the yrmmrh crystals taken from the xenoforms. The tertiary cnidocytes can infect you…"</p><p></p><p>"What xenoforms?" asked Jim-Bean tersely.</p><p></p><p>"Oh God, I don't want to die…" Robert coughed. He started wheezing and this time blood burst in a stream from his right nostril. </p><p></p><p>Robert looked down and moaned. Something red and wet wiggled on Robert's lap in the pool of blood. </p><p></p><p>"Jesus," whispered Hammer.</p><p></p><p>"Kill me!" wailed Robert. "Kill me, PLEASE!"</p><p></p><p>Hammer took a deep breath. "Robert, I—"</p><p></p><p>"KILL ME NOW!" he wailed. </p><p></p><p>Hammer put his pistol to Robert's head and fired.</p><p></p><p>The scientist's head bucked and his body convulsed. </p><p></p><p>Hammer and Jim-Bean exchanged a sorrowful glance. They'd killed men before. But this was an innocent. He was…</p><p></p><p>Robert gasped, his head snapping back upright. A tentacle waved from the bullet hole in his head. "It's not working!" he croaked.</p><p></p><p>"Christ!" Hammer lifted his pistol and fired another bullet into the man's head.</p><p></p><p>He jerked. A tentacle coiled out of the wound, waving bits of blood and brain inches from Robert's head as if raising a flag of defeat.</p><p></p><p>"It's not WOHHHRRKINHHH," gagged Robert, eyes rolling, head lolling.</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean and Hammer pointed their pistols at Robert and fired, the silencers on the muzzles flashing a staccato beat. </p><p></p><p>Finally, Robert was still. His head looked like bloody spaghetti mixed with hamburger meat. </p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean stifled a gag. There were no clever quips from either of them. They knew what the cnidocyte could do once it got inside a dead body. Now they knew what it could do to the living.</p><p></p><p>Disgusted by the senseless violence, they stepped out into the hall.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4980957, member: 3285"] [b]Dawn Biozyme: Part 2 – Compromised Environment[/b] Sparse night lights provided just enough light to see by, but little more—a few seemed to be out, while others flickered intermittently. All the visible doors were wholly or slightly ajar. The wavering light revealed clean tile floors and antiseptically bare walls, although strange designs—hard to make out in the darkness—painted the floor and walls at random. The PA system was routed into the local country radio station, WTHQ 101.7. Unfortunately, the PA system was tinny and hollow and the country music eerily played in the darkened rooms and halls. Hammer pointed at the door closest to the stairwell. It was slightly ajar. Hammer and Jim-Bean took up positions on either side of the door, pistols out. Covering all angles, they pushed their way in. Ventilation hoods competed with lab benches for wall and floor space. Every flat surface was covered with bottles filled with myriad chemicals, petri plates, slides, notebooks, and equipment ranging from easy-to-recognize microscopes to rotoevaporators, gel electrophoresis plates, and chromatography columns. After confirming the room was empty, Hammer took a look at the microscope. "Take a look." Jim-Bean examined the microscope. The slide showed two cells. They appeared to be much different from each other. They were joined at the ends but were completing the process of breaking off from each other. "What in the world kind of cell structure is that?" asked Hammer. "That's the point," said Jim-Bean, shaking his head. "I'm not sure it is any kind of cell structure. Biologically speaking." There was a muffled thump from a door on the other side of the lab. Hammer and Jim-Bean took up positions next to the closed door. Hammer kicked it open. It was another lab. Glassware lay broken here and there, a ventilation hood was dented and sticky with some sort of slime, machines mysteriously continued to run, though no operator stood nearby. Two feet stuck out beneath an upright freezer. One of the feet twitched. "Hey, you," shouted Hammer. "Come out of there." Someone grunted beneath the freezer. "I'm a little…stuck." Hammer grabbed the man by the ankles and yanked him out while Jim-Bean kept his gun trained on him. It was a nebbish-looking scientist. He settled his glasses back on his nose. His badge read "Turne." "Thanks," he said, rising to his feet. "Who are you?" asked Hammer. "Robert Turne." He looked around, blinking. "What happened?" "We were going to ask you the same question," said Jim-Bean. "Why haven't you evacuated this floor like everyone else?" "Evacuated?" Robert blinked. "I…I don't know. Last thing I remember I was working with Bill and Cliff…" "Did you leave the machinery on?" asked Hammer urgently. "And the slide under the microscope?" "What?" Robert took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes. "That was probably Bill. He's always leaving stuff on." "Why don't you have a seat," said Jim-Bean. It wasn't a request. He shoved Robert into a chair. "What's going on?" Robert quickly became alarmed. "Is this some sort of raid?" "We're with the security team. This is just a precaution," said Hammer as he zip-tied Robert's wrists to the metal chair. "Wait…what? Have I done something wrong?" "Not yet," said Jim-Bean. Hammer pulled up a chair opposite Robert. "Now listen to me very carefully, Robert. We were just doing a final sweep of this level. We're shutting down the lab because the government is on to us. But something must have gone wrong, because you're still here." Robert slowly nodded. "Yeah, I remember. I remember that I was supposed to clean up…" he coughed. "Are you all right?" Robert coughed again. "Yeah, I'm fine." Before he could speak again, Jim-Bean said softly but tersely. "Hammer. His nose." A thin trickle of blood dripped out of Robert's left nostril. "Oh geeze, that happens when I get stressed. I'm sorry." Hammer forced a smile. "No problem." He grabbed a cloth from one of the lab tables and wiped Robert's nose with it. "Now you were saying?" "We got the word to sanitize the place. Bill was moving fast. I told him to…" he coughed again. "Were you working with any infectious agents?" asked Hammer, taking a step back. "You don't look so good." Robert blinked, looking around as if he was seeing the room for the first time. "Oh no." "What?" asked Jim-Bean. "I remember now. Yes, the cnidocytes. Oh God…" "What? What about them?" "We were experimenting with Mother's Milk." Robert started talking very quickly. "We used the yrmmrh crystals taken from the xenoforms. The tertiary cnidocytes can infect you…" "What xenoforms?" asked Jim-Bean tersely. "Oh God, I don't want to die…" Robert coughed. He started wheezing and this time blood burst in a stream from his right nostril. Robert looked down and moaned. Something red and wet wiggled on Robert's lap in the pool of blood. "Jesus," whispered Hammer. "Kill me!" wailed Robert. "Kill me, PLEASE!" Hammer took a deep breath. "Robert, I—" "KILL ME NOW!" he wailed. Hammer put his pistol to Robert's head and fired. The scientist's head bucked and his body convulsed. Hammer and Jim-Bean exchanged a sorrowful glance. They'd killed men before. But this was an innocent. He was… Robert gasped, his head snapping back upright. A tentacle waved from the bullet hole in his head. "It's not working!" he croaked. "Christ!" Hammer lifted his pistol and fired another bullet into the man's head. He jerked. A tentacle coiled out of the wound, waving bits of blood and brain inches from Robert's head as if raising a flag of defeat. "It's not WOHHHRRKINHHH," gagged Robert, eyes rolling, head lolling. Jim-Bean and Hammer pointed their pistols at Robert and fired, the silencers on the muzzles flashing a staccato beat. Finally, Robert was still. His head looked like bloody spaghetti mixed with hamburger meat. Jim-Bean stifled a gag. There were no clever quips from either of them. They knew what the cnidocyte could do once it got inside a dead body. Now they knew what it could do to the living. Disgusted by the senseless violence, they stepped out into the hall. [/QUOTE]
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