The meta lab storage room was across the hall. It was tiny, three feet by six feet at most. The door bumped precariously into the shelves that lined every inch of wall as we opened it. Every item in the room was perfectly labeled with white tape in two-inch round glass jars and alphabetically organized. The space was perfectly used. I may have been slightly jealous of the skills it took to organize at this level.
Dastien opened the door and then his cell phone rang. He pulled it from the back pocket of his jeans and glanced at the screen. “Excuse me for a sec.” He stepped into the classroom next-door.
For a moment I wondered what the phone call could be about, but soon I forgot all about it. Taking one final look around the room, I turned to Adrian and Chris. “Let’s get what we need from
