CHAPTER 7- Pandora -
The explosion wakes her, sending her scrambling from the couch and dashing into the aisle where Beaker emerges like an astronaut from a cloud of green smoke.
Penny scrubs at her eyes. “Beak! What the hell?”
“It’s OK. I’m OK.” Beaker shoves his safety goggles up on top of his head, blinks a couple of times, then promptly pulls them back on as the murk engulfs them.
Penny’s bench partner may be alive, but clearly things are not OK. The air in the lab is putrid. Sickly and sulphurous, it’s the stench of the dead, their bodies washed up on the beach to bake and bloat and burst in the sun. Malodorous gases prick at Penny’s eyes and make her throat burn. Her mind guns into overdrive. Some kind of chemical bomb? In her lab? Why would anyone want to bomb her lab? That can’
