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The woman said, “Minutes after the project coordinator tried to contact on-site security, the entire lab went dark.” “Wait… what?” Reese tossed a look back and forth between the woman and the colonel. “The Utah facility can’t go dark.” The lab was self-sufficient, so even if the power grid in the area failed, all systems remained a hundred percent. And in the event of a catastrophe, there were backup generators and large cell batteries with solar power rechargers.
“You were on the ground floor of the research. You sat second chair to Dr. Gary Echols who founded the project. You are one of only four researchers ever given top-tier access to the lab. You know the work being done there.”
“About seven years ago, Dr. Jermone Markus approached Dr. Echols. Markus had been working in Egypt with their government gene-mapping tissue samples from various tombs. Grunt work, considering he’s one of the world experts on archaeogenetics with a doctorate in Egyptology.”
“Dr. Markus refused. No matter the amount of money, he didn’t want someone like New World Genetics to have the ichor.” “Did he say why?” “Not really, but I got the impression what he read on the wall in the tomb scared him.” “And what did it read?” Harrington said. “A lot of stuff that at the time didn’t make much sense. It referred to the ichor as the Blood of Anubis and referenced a lot of religious rhetoric. Later on, we realized the writing wasn’t rhetoric, it was an instruction manual.”
Luca was almost in his reach. Nox’s entire body hummed at the thought. His blood boiled with the need to press himself skin to skin with Luca. To fill his body, to make him cry out. Nox would soak him in cum. Fuck him till he couldn’t walk. Possess him. Protect him. Worship him. All the things Nox had done to Koda almost every day. All of them, taking turns, sometimes fighting over the privilege. But they lived for the opportunity. They existed for Koda and all the things he needed from them. But Luca wasn’t Koda and treating him that way would destroy him.
There were scones for the in-wall lighting.
You mean sconces? I'm picturing actual pastries on the wall lol
“Alphas and betas. It’s what we called the subjects. The Alphas were the original recipient of the ichor. We then took samples of their blood and injected it into the ones who would become betas.”
The O of a neon vacancy sign flickered on and off under the weathered wooden cutout of a crescent moon.
"vacancy" doesn't have an O
“Yes. You’re physiologically connected.” Nox cocked his mouth to the side. “Then what’s your excuse.” Dr. Dante widened his eyes before stepping back. “We can smell it every time you walk in the room. He isn’t just an experiment to you.”
