We’re in the coolant tunnels, Morgan’s voice crackles over the comms, tight with static. The biological incubation vats are two hundred meters ahead. Be advised, thermal scanners are picking up multiple biological signatures. They’re not human.
Copy that, I reply, my physical voice steady. We’re moving.
We move in a tight, tactical formation. Lyra takes the point, her rifle raised, scanning the shadows. Kade and I flank her, our weapons sweeping the corridors. The air grows colder, the walls lined with thick, frosted pipes pumping liquid nitrogen.
We reach the central chamber.
It is a massive, spherical cavern, bathed in a sickly, bioluminescent violet light. In the center of the room, suspended in a magnetic field, are dozens of massive, cylindrical glass vats. Inside the vats, chunks
