The claxon wailed, summoning George to the lab. He tore
the door open, not noticing the bang it made as it hit the lab’s beige wall.
His monitor flashed red like something out of the movies. He’d set it up to do
that as something of a joke, but was regretting that decision as he considered
the implications: The containments in Omega Storage had failed. Any number of
biological terrors might now be loose upon the world. The thought that they were
going to lose their job over this flashed through George’s mind. He hoped he
survived to lose it.
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