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In the Main Gauche, the Rani has returned from a wide scan (trying to learn where her damn dog got off to), only to discover that a portion of the Main Gauche has exploded and part of the ceiling of her lab seems to have caved in on the lab itself.
Most of her equipment is durable. It could withstand more than a little concrete falling on it. But there are certain purposes for which she's been using human - and therefore lower-qualtiy - equipment, mostly because she only brought so much with her.
The specimen cages are among these purposes.
Most of the animals in them are dead or injured, which, while annoying, isn't particularly troubling. It's just one of them, a cage near enough to the corner to have its door bashed off but not near enough to have been crushed, that worries her - especially as a number of glass beakers have also been smashed in that region.
She activates her own etiologic safeguards, and a fine mist sprays up from her collar to cover her face. Then she unhitches the sonic stabiliser from her belt, aiming it at the contaminated region and neutralizing the free chemicals and mutagens.
Specimen 198. A long-limbed herbivore. She'd send the dog after it, if she knew where the dog was.
Meanwhile, hopping quickly along toward Chicago, the jackrabbit Specimen 198 is trying to get far, far away from the explosion. It's weaving through traffic, already the size of a doberman, growing a few grams and a few millimeters with every hop. Frost is gathering on the sides of the cars and the surface of the road as it sucks heat out of the air to fuel its growth.
It's the size of a doberman now. Buy the time it gets to Chicago it'll be easily the size of an Arabian horse. Given a few more hours it'll be the size of an elephant. And if someone doesn't stop it then there's no telling how large it will be... or how cold it'll get in the city.
Most of her equipment is durable. It could withstand more than a little concrete falling on it. But there are certain purposes for which she's been using human - and therefore lower-qualtiy - equipment, mostly because she only brought so much with her.
The specimen cages are among these purposes.
Most of the animals in them are dead or injured, which, while annoying, isn't particularly troubling. It's just one of them, a cage near enough to the corner to have its door bashed off but not near enough to have been crushed, that worries her - especially as a number of glass beakers have also been smashed in that region.
She activates her own etiologic safeguards, and a fine mist sprays up from her collar to cover her face. Then she unhitches the sonic stabiliser from her belt, aiming it at the contaminated region and neutralizing the free chemicals and mutagens.
Specimen 198. A long-limbed herbivore. She'd send the dog after it, if she knew where the dog was.
Meanwhile, hopping quickly along toward Chicago, the jackrabbit Specimen 198 is trying to get far, far away from the explosion. It's weaving through traffic, already the size of a doberman, growing a few grams and a few millimeters with every hop. Frost is gathering on the sides of the cars and the surface of the road as it sucks heat out of the air to fuel its growth.
It's the size of a doberman now. Buy the time it gets to Chicago it'll be easily the size of an Arabian horse. Given a few more hours it'll be the size of an elephant. And if someone doesn't stop it then there's no telling how large it will be... or how cold it'll get in the city.