The Sarin Tunnel Test
I landed in the middle of a pool of steaming chemical liquid. The heat immediately stung my palms through the thin Kevlar gloves. The air I inhaled tasted sweet, a deadly irony from the Sarin gas residue beginning to invade my nervous system. Without the oxygen mask now sealed on Dahlia's face, I could feel my heartbeat start to thump erratically, slamming against the inside of my chest.
"Juri, activate the three-dimensional grid scan. How far does the range of these sonic mines extend?" I asked in a strained voice, trying to minimize the vibration of my vocal cords to avoid triggering the surrounding sensors.
"Two hundred meters ahead is the Labyrinth of Sound zone, Jax. The acoustic sensors there are calibrated to detect frequencies above five decibels. And you..
