Dr. Vasquez's POV
Water drips from my soaked hair as I stare at the monitors, watching my life's work get torn apart by a bunch of rabid animals. Three years of research. Millions of dollars in funding. All going down the drain because some lovesick werewolf couldn't mind his own business.
"Status report," I snap into my headset, though I already know the answer from the chaos on every screen.
"Sub-levels Two through Four are compromised, ma'am. External forces have breached the perimeter. We're looking at total facility loss within the hour."
Total facility loss. Like they're talking about a f*****g weather report instead of the destruction of groundbreaking scientific achievement.
But I'm not panicking. Not yet. Because what's happening on these monitors is absolutely fascinating.
