The new breeds had just emerged from their containment tubes, some lived, others didn’t. one of the more interesting species was a South American Boa constrictor. It was well over fifteen feet long, and now had four sets of arms running down its sleek body. It crashed, crawled and shambled over broken test tubes, chairs and the dead experiments that had failed to survive. Thrashing against the plate glass windows of the lab it finally managed to shatter one of them. A scintillating cascade of glass shards fell all around it as it slid out the opening it created, and vanished into the dense vegetation that kept the labs from prying eyes.
“What’s out past that line of shrubs?” Valerie asked Jake, who stood by the now empty glass tube that had held experiment 419 until moments ago. He stood examining the trail of green ocher that had flecks of bright red blood strung through it in swirling motes.
“I think it’s an arroyo that runs down towards the town, I’m not 100 percent certain. Why is that thing’s blood green?”
“It’s the new healing agent that we genetically bonded into some of the more recent specimens to try and give them a chance to live past their emersion from the growing tubes”
Just then they heard a blood curdling scream, followed closely by the screeching sound of metal being torn apart.
“Damn, I think that was Tom’s voice, the grounds keeper. I better call 911 and report this,” saying that Valerie picked up the phone on her desk and dialed.
Jake stooped under the hanging glass remnants of the lab’s main window and stood outside looking towards a tiny
Plume of smoke that was beginning to rise into the air by the garage. “Better tell them that there’s a fire too!!”
“Yes, the suspect is armed and dangerous” he heard her say, turning he looked at her.
Covering the mouthpiece of the phone she whispered, “Well it has arms, right? It looked dangerous too”
Jake shrugged his shoulders, as if to say, I guess so…
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