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Captain Cruwell, proceeded into the bunker. The remaining troopers took refuge inside the bunker entrance.
The trio approached Corporal Scotts, who waited in front of the door opening to the level’s genetics lab. He ran his hand through his shoulder- length black hair, now slick with sweat, pushing it off of his face.
“What have you found out, Corporal?” the colonel asked.
Corporal Scott’s cleared his throat. “This appears to be a genetics research laboratory. The enemy was working on a number of projects in here.” Scotts raised his arm, motioning for the trio to enter the lab. As they entered, he followed close behind. The tech troopers inside immediately came to attention.
“At ease. Carry on,” the colonel said immediately.
Scotts walked towards the center of the large room, standing in between two large tanks.
“ These tanks are quite interesting,” Scotts said, as he pointed to them. A tech trooper arose from his kneeling position behind the far tank, located at the back of the lab. He held a large held scanner and was busy analyzing a green puddle of liquid on the floor. Three more troopers surrounded him, each using handheld analyzers to make a concentrated sweep of the lab. Large metal cases were opened on the floor, revealing various scanning equipment and portable computers. The colonel immediately strode over, his black- booted feet avoiding as many of the green liquid puddles as possible.
“What is it?” the colonel inquired, peering into the nearest tank, trying to see if there was anything still inside the tank.
“This tank contains some sort of organic liquid,” the tech trooper said. “Its composition cannot be deciphered with our equipment here; however, I have analyzed some of these large objects in the tanks and in some of the puddles in the floor.”
The colonel looked down on the once-sanitized red tiled floor and noticed chunks of what appeared to be human flesh. Each chunk was in or near a puddle. He noticed that the puddles seem to be on a path that started near the largest tank, by the technician. The puddles led out of the laboratory to the main corridor, where they stopped.
“This is also of interest, sir.” The tech trooper was examining a long table equipped with several microscopes. He pointed to some small, misshapen chunks laid out on metal trays. “These are all brain tissue samples, and all are in some sort of regenerative stage.”
“Get to the point,” the colonel said as he walked over to the table to take a look, his curiosity now piqued.
The tech trooper continued. “You can see that some of the samples are inactive, but some—.” He pointed to several that were hooked up to various machines via wires and electrodes. “Well, some seem to be active.”
“Active?” The colonel now listened raptly.
“Yes. Perhaps they were working on some form on neurogenesis: in other words, the reanimation of dead brain tissue. We have a limited capability to regenerate damaged, living tissue, but dead tissue—this is revolutionary.”
“I want all of this prepped for movement. It goes with us.”
Captain Cruwell followed the trail of puddles into the corridor. His excited voice made everyone turn toward a side door, left ajar. “There’s a footprint here!” he shouted. He ran back inside the laboratory elated at his discovery. “It’s barefoot, not one of ours,” he continued.
“A footprint? What?” the colonel replied confused.
Scotts and Matthias hurriedly made their way to the footprint and examined the tank again more closely.
“Colonel, these are indeed pieces of flesh. And here we have a handprint on this tank.” He indicated the side of the tank closest to the large puddle. “That evidence leads me to believe that there was a life-form in the tank,” Scotts said matter-of-factly.
“Perhaps they have some new healing technology?” the colonel said absently, more to himself than anyone else, as he stroked his stubbled chin.
The
The trio approached Corporal Scotts, who waited in front of the door opening to the level’s genetics lab. He ran his hand through his shoulder- length black hair, now slick with sweat, pushing it off of his face.
“What have you found out, Corporal?” the colonel asked.
Corporal Scott’s cleared his throat. “This appears to be a genetics research laboratory. The enemy was working on a number of projects in here.” Scotts raised his arm, motioning for the trio to enter the lab. As they entered, he followed close behind. The tech troopers inside immediately came to attention.
“At ease. Carry on,” the colonel said immediately.
Scotts walked towards the center of the large room, standing in between two large tanks.
“ These tanks are quite interesting,” Scotts said, as he pointed to them. A tech trooper arose from his kneeling position behind the far tank, located at the back of the lab. He held a large held scanner and was busy analyzing a green puddle of liquid on the floor. Three more troopers surrounded him, each using handheld analyzers to make a concentrated sweep of the lab. Large metal cases were opened on the floor, revealing various scanning equipment and portable computers. The colonel immediately strode over, his black- booted feet avoiding as many of the green liquid puddles as possible.
“What is it?” the colonel inquired, peering into the nearest tank, trying to see if there was anything still inside the tank.
“This tank contains some sort of organic liquid,” the tech trooper said. “Its composition cannot be deciphered with our equipment here; however, I have analyzed some of these large objects in the tanks and in some of the puddles in the floor.”
The colonel looked down on the once-sanitized red tiled floor and noticed chunks of what appeared to be human flesh. Each chunk was in or near a puddle. He noticed that the puddles seem to be on a path that started near the largest tank, by the technician. The puddles led out of the laboratory to the main corridor, where they stopped.
“This is also of interest, sir.” The tech trooper was examining a long table equipped with several microscopes. He pointed to some small, misshapen chunks laid out on metal trays. “These are all brain tissue samples, and all are in some sort of regenerative stage.”
“Get to the point,” the colonel said as he walked over to the table to take a look, his curiosity now piqued.
The tech trooper continued. “You can see that some of the samples are inactive, but some—.” He pointed to several that were hooked up to various machines via wires and electrodes. “Well, some seem to be active.”
“Active?” The colonel now listened raptly.
“Yes. Perhaps they were working on some form on neurogenesis: in other words, the reanimation of dead brain tissue. We have a limited capability to regenerate damaged, living tissue, but dead tissue—this is revolutionary.”
“I want all of this prepped for movement. It goes with us.”
Captain Cruwell followed the trail of puddles into the corridor. His excited voice made everyone turn toward a side door, left ajar. “There’s a footprint here!” he shouted. He ran back inside the laboratory elated at his discovery. “It’s barefoot, not one of ours,” he continued.
“A footprint? What?” the colonel replied confused.
Scotts and Matthias hurriedly made their way to the footprint and examined the tank again more closely.
“Colonel, these are indeed pieces of flesh. And here we have a handprint on this tank.” He indicated the side of the tank closest to the large puddle. “That evidence leads me to believe that there was a life-form in the tank,” Scotts said matter-of-factly.
“Perhaps they have some new healing technology?” the colonel said absently, more to himself than anyone else, as he stroked his stubbled chin.
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