Armed with the news Foster was in custody, Colonel Fitzgerald hustled off toward the lycan labs in a happy mood. With a sense of unease, Toni watched him go. Even if she’d wanted to follow him, she couldn’t. Not into the lycan labs. They wouldn’t let her because of the risk of cross-infection. A minute danger, but possible all the same. Perhaps more. Although she’d told the two med-techs earlier hybrids were an urban myth, she wasn’t entirely convinced herself.
There had been a rumor, way back when, about a hybrid. An accident in the labs with the serums or something, a drop of the wrong virus in a vial, or someone making a mistake and reusing a needle. The stories were all different. The end result was the same. One of the subjects had gotten a mixed dose of the blood and lycan viruses a
