"NOBODY FUCKING MOVE!" came a sudden cry from the back of the lab.
Needless to say, the two MPs did move... but they were met by a sudden and swift taser attack from the assailants that were already darting into the room. In moments the room was full to bursting with bodies, the Colonel held at gunpoint, and Dr. Swanson confronted by a youngish looking woman with close-cropped blonde hair, wearing tatty combats and adorned with dozens of badges and buttons.
"You sick bastards," she said. "Experimenting on animals is bad enough, but people?" Her eyes turned to the test subject, who was lying facing away from the mirror screen, her chest rising and falling in long but deep shudders. "Get her out of there! What the hell have you people done to - no, I don't care, just open this fucking door and let her out!"
"Y-you don't understand," croaked Swanson over the barrel of a gun, "we can't let her out... she's infected... she..."
"Fuck you." said the young woman, and she began hunting for a quick release system. Her clever, bright eyes found it in moments and she flipped the catch holding back the large red release button.
"NO! YOU CAN'T... DON'T PRESS THA-"
All at the same time, Swanson lunged for the interloper's arm, the Colonel elbowed one of his assailants and a klaxon sounded, deafening over the roar of combat. With a hiss still audible amongst the noise, the door to the experimental chamber slid open on its well-oiled runners. And the test subject, her sedated mind overriden even more by the effects of the virus, rolled over on her gurney and stared at the welcome invaders with red-irised eyes consumed with animal lust. |