Night 47: Experimental Treatments Laboratory
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Here they were. S.T. set the toolkit down on the bench, and ripped off the duct tape holding the flashlight down. It went on the counter, pointed up at the ceiling to spread the light. Then he popped the latches and pulled out his prizes. He unfolded the cloth, touching neither with bare skin.
"First up -- nebulizer mask. I'm going to check it for residue, see if I can tell what effects it had. Second," he pointed at the surgical spreader. It looked like a bloodstained pair of scissors that had melted in the sun, and he had a feeling it wasn't more than it looked like. "Pulled that from a second room. I don't know who got hit with the gas, and the other guy wasn't ready to talk when we pulled him out."
He took pity on Carter. "Think a dentist's chair in the pre-anesthetic days -- they strap you down, do something gratuitously painful, and laugh at you the entire time. But afterwards, instead of missing teeth, something else is off. Usually or always sense-related, but a lot of guys don't like to talk about it, so gathering information is tough."
He was in full lecture mode now. "If we can find out the aim, if there is one besides watching us squirm, we'd know something we didn't before about Martin Landel, second edition or not."
Here they were. S.T. set the toolkit down on the bench, and ripped off the duct tape holding the flashlight down. It went on the counter, pointed up at the ceiling to spread the light. Then he popped the latches and pulled out his prizes. He unfolded the cloth, touching neither with bare skin.
"First up -- nebulizer mask. I'm going to check it for residue, see if I can tell what effects it had. Second," he pointed at the surgical spreader. It looked like a bloodstained pair of scissors that had melted in the sun, and he had a feeling it wasn't more than it looked like. "Pulled that from a second room. I don't know who got hit with the gas, and the other guy wasn't ready to talk when we pulled him out."
He took pity on Carter. "Think a dentist's chair in the pre-anesthetic days -- they strap you down, do something gratuitously painful, and laugh at you the entire time. But afterwards, instead of missing teeth, something else is off. Usually or always sense-related, but a lot of guys don't like to talk about it, so gathering information is tough."
He was in full lecture mode now. "If we can find out the aim, if there is one besides watching us squirm, we'd know something we didn't before about Martin Landel, second edition or not."