The mid-week night shift was the usual mix of sheer boredom interspersed with waves of frenzied activity.
But nothing could dampen his spirits.
He'd gotten all twenty-six sprayers loaded and ready - and passed out every single one of them to the crew for use in their disinfecting routine.
The excitement of finally seeing a grand-scale version of his experiment about to begin had him almost dancing in place at his workstation.
There's really only one unknown in all this. If it's sprayed, then settles, is it still toxic? How would I even test that?
He strained to recall what he'd read about the specific properties of the main substance in his formula. The sound of someone clearing their throat interrupted his thoughts.
"Excuse me," the blond woman with the 'I'd-like-to-speak-to-your-ma
