While in her lab, Brigid Tennenbaum was focused, patient, and planned. Vials stayed marked, her log always up to date. Pencils were on the left, folders to the right, the room maintained an exact temperature of 17.05 degree Celsius to maintain prime conditions of the ADAM and gene samples she had out for constant study. She watched over her work
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Still she turned her head towards the sound of footsteps coming closer. It was hard to make out the source with her heart pounding loudly and the blood rushing in her ears. "Fontaine?" She whispered, fear and worry swinging in her voice as she tried to move.
Work. He really wanted to know how work was? Was he out of his mind? Well - maybe she was out of her mind. Maybe she was just dreaming? Nevertheless she answered something, the fear more noticable in her slightly trembling voice now. "What are you talking about? What is going on?" The questions sounded stupid even to herself but it was the first thing that came to her mind.
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