That isolation chamber wasn’t meant to be open for a start, nor was it supposed to be empty.
Where the hell was it, and where was everybody else?
Why was it so quiet?
Vik’s eyes scanned furtively around the lab for flickers of movement, ears straining for claws tapping on linoleum.
Suddenly he tensed as a scream pierced the air. Eyes wide, he turned and ran down the corridor, towards the school theatre.
Bursting through double doors, he espied the nanomorph hanging from the lighting in dragon form, mouth agape, preparing to incinerate the children below…