Normally, I would have questioned Christina about what that gas was and how it would kill us, but there was something about its green hue that made me feel the same kind of apprehension I felt whenever I saw a rattlesnake.
So I just ran after Christina, who ran ahead of me and Uncle Josh surprisingly fast. As we ran, more gas poured out of the vents on the ceiling, forming a wall of gas behind us that advanced in our wake. We had already put a good distance between ourselves and the gas, but we didn’t slow down at all.
“What is that gas?” I shouted at Christina as we ran. “Is it another one of Icon’s inventions?”
Christina nodded without looking over her shoulder at me. “Yeah. Benjamin made it. It’s a special blend called Benjamin gas, named after himself, obviously.”
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