The Secret CellAt first, she looked like an RBC, and she was, but definitely not with noble intentions. She bullied the younger cells, and ignored the older ones. When her eyes fell on one of the WBCs, she shot him a challenging look.
She carried a big bag labelled ‘Oxygen’, which wouldn’t have seemed unusual, except that they were in a vein. Briana had mentioned earlier those veins were for transporting CO2.
The cell turned in their direction. Bicepa saw that she wore a permanent smirk – a smirk that was almost intimidating. She had a sense of superiority, like she was the queen and all the other cells were her subjects.
“Strange, isn’t it?” Briana muttered, “She looks bad. It’s a she, by the way.”
“She does seem bad,” Bicepa whispered. “So, what are we going to do about her?”
“Go ta
