Zyaire
The doors shut behind us. Ignoring the shocked look on Rayne’s face, I rushed through the darkened room. The graphite floors and black walls made the room feel cold, but it was obviously temperature controlled. There were several wide thirty-two-inch screens with specimens of physiological anatomy and vitals running along it. The screens were mounted on the walls above cylinder shaped containers.
Rayne covered her mouth as she walked over to one of the screens. “What is this? How are these things alive in this green viscous liquid?”
“They have been experimenting on these species. They are trying to perfect their breathing underwater.”
Wham. One dark blue alien pounded the glass, and Rayne ran away from it pointing her gun.
“Don’t shoot. We don’t know what we’re dealing with so
