Leaving Level Five by L. S. O'Dea

Author:L. S. O'Dea
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Genetic Engineering, Horror, dystopian, Science Fiction, Dark Fantasy, Mutant, monster, fantasy, short story, genetic mutation, science experiment, mad scientist, Paranormal, urban fantasy, shifter
Publisher: L. S. O'Dea
Published: 2019-05-19T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 29: McBrid

McBrid’s face was a placid mask of ennui as Charlie put the broom away. He’d utilize the lessons of his past to hide his fury. Scottsmoor, the twit, was playing a dangerous game.

Charlie stepped out of the closet, closing the door behind him.

“Come here.” Stink held up the backpack which had two poison containers strapped to it. “I’ll help you get this on and show you how to use it.”

As Charlie headed toward the other Guards, McBrid faced the two Almightys. Glassick was safe. It was time to let Scottsmoor know with whom he was playing.

“I’d thought that using the same chemical would hopefully produce the same results.” He challenged the other scientist with a raised brow.

“This will have the same results too. The larva will die.”

“But last time some survived. If that happened again, I could study them. See if the chemicals had any beneficial effects on the creatures.” It had. Being able to communicate with Almightys and the other Brush-Men was huge. “If it does, I could experiment with lessening—”

“There were no beneficial effects,” said Conguise. “Did you read Scottsmoor’s notes?”

“I read the ones he left for me.” His eyes met Scottsmoor’s. “Was there something missing?”

“No.” The twit began to sweat. “I gave you everything.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really,” snapped Scottsmoor.

“Hmm. I’m surprised you weren’t able to save any part of the survivors, not even enough tissue for a slide.”

Conguise’s narrow lips thinned even more. “Scottsmoor, didn’t you give him the samples and notes on the Phasmatodea you were able to capture?”

The Guards were strapped up and heading for the door. Ready to kill every living thing inside that enclosure. McBrid didn’t care for the Brush-Men but this was wrong. They couldn’t help what they were no more than a spider or the sea.

“I did. I’m sure of it.” Scottsmoor shot him a glare. “He must’ve missed it.”

“I didn’t miss anything.” He’d seen the miniscule amount of data the other scientist had documented on the surviving Phasmatodea. He hadn’t trusted one bit of that information as accurate.

“You must have because I left the samples,” said Scottsmoor.

A small movement on the floor caught his eye. Glassick raced from the closet and toward the Guards. McBrid tried to slow his breathing, tried to keep his face placid but if they saw the little Brush-Man it was over. “Let’s look at the computer.” He almost groaned. If they did that, they’d see that Scottsmoor had left some data but it didn’t matter. He needed their focus off the Guards. He’d brazen this out. He walked to his desk. Fortunately, the other two didn’t move.

“You could’ve erased it,” said Scottsmoor.

He should’ve. He would’ve had he even suspected that something like this would happen. “Why would I do that?” He couldn’t keep from glancing at the Guards. Glassick was clinging to Charlie’s pants about half-way up his calf, and the Guard had no idea.

“We’re going in,” said Topper.

“Go.” Conguise waved his hand but never looked away from McBrid.

The tension eased a bit from his chest.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.