11
LYNNE
“What do you think of the changes I’ve made?” Connor asked as he escorted me into the lab.
I looked around, amazed. The equipment he’d ordered had arrived, and the place looked like something out of Star Trek. There were half a dozen lab techs in white coats, checking over everything.
“I barely recognize it,” I said. “This is so high-tech—what are we going to do with all of this?”
He smiled. “That’s up to you.”
“Me?”
“We’re going to need something to work with. Find us something.” He regarded me with amusement. “Consider this a challenge.”
I walked around, taking it all in. “I don’t even recognize some of this equipment.” I turned back to face Connor again. “You could always create Frankenstein’s monster if you get bored.”
He leaned back against one of the counters, foldi
