CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
SHE SAILED INTO THE lab with a look of impatient purpose on her face. He shoved instinctual panic away and swiveled his chair so he could face her.
“Report.”
Her usual brusque unpleasantness tweaked the anger centers of his brain and he struggled not to frown. “Subject 13 is non-responsive.”
Her eyes widened. “Dead?”
“No. There’s brain activity but she seems to be in a deep state of rest.”
“Drugs.” She dropped her butt onto the console and frowned thoughtfully. “How was she responding prior to enforced rest?”
“She responded to my psychotic tweaking...”
He hesitated and she didn’t miss it. “What’s wrong?”
“She did manage a level of resistance that concerned me.”
To his astonishment the other scientist smiled. “Excellent!” She stood up and turned away, striding qu
