Thread: Secret Government Facility [obnuchious & Nightmaregoddess]

Oh come on... Ericka groaned as she watched the test subject E-11E pulled out the cable off of her nape. 'This could not be happening. Not on my lone watch,' she thought to herself as she now uses both of her hands to press various keys on the keyboard on the terminal. With the cable out, there was no longer a direct link to E's implants. What she's attempting to do was to do the indirect way to transmit her commands through the use of wide spread signal transmission which should be received by the implants. As she does that, she alternated her focus between the screen on the terminal and onto the tube where E was. When the cracks started to appear as the test subject continued to punch her way out, Ericka somewhat beginning to panic. With herself on her own here, there was no way she could protect herself against her pride and joy .. which she still has not figured out as to why E was acting as she was. Nonetheless, there was still a way to halt her breakout .. or to at least hamper it enough. Knowing that her keying of her commands would be slowed, she still took the risk to reach out to one of the switch on her terminal as fast as she could. Unfortunately she was not fast enough for E had managed to break out. She may not be fast enough to stop E from breaking out her tube, but she was still hopeful that the next best thing could at least halt or hamper E from moving further. What happened when she activated the switch was, both from above and below surrounding the housing tube of E slid out with jagged 'teeth' to meet each other encasing the housing tube behind three-inched solid titanium alloy shell. Once the 'teeth' fitted each other, internal locked turned and locked the two halved of the shell in place. Hoping that the shell would prove adequate for the the purpose it was designed for, Ericka resumed keying her commands to sooth, calm, and shut down the rampaging E-11E. ------------------------------------------------------- Yes, the place looks like hell. Yes, there are midnight janitors who does the cleaning. But for no one but one person, the lab was intentionally left as it was for draw the attention of the unsuspecting and intended 'victims' further inside the room. True that they could suspect that something was really off. But with some imagination and tricks, any other thought other than the intended one would be planted into one's mind. Especially when the victims were close ..very close.. associate of the perpetrator. As the three interns made their way to the 'decontamination chamber', the person who goes by the name of Doctor Richard Stevens, leaned his back against the wall on the other unlit side of the lab. From his hiding place, he can see everyone and everything who enters the lab. He really was not doing this out of sadistic pleasure, but rather for research and science ... his own personal research and science which not even the Institute knows about. When all three of them had entered the 'chamber', he pulled out a small remote from his lab coat pocket and pressed a button. That button, in turn, sent the intended instruction to activate the so called 'decontamination chamber', which it was not what they thought it was. It was, by plans and intended design, a machine that would forcibly mix the animal DNA he was instructed to map and find potential use for into the human DNA. He really has no idea what would happen to the test subjects for this was his very first testing. Normally anyone doing the first testing of one's inventions, they would need to submit it to the Broad for approval for testing and other bureaucratic paperwork. Richard Stevens has no patience for such thing, and besides, he has faith in his invention that it would flawlessly do what he designed it to do.