"So, what'd we got?" the General asks, setting his cigarette down on his silver ashtray, coughing slightly as a lab personnel exits the laboratory, his white doctor's outfit stained a dusty yellow. "According to my analysis, the gas is able to kill any and all living organisms within a 10-mile release radius," He reports, removing his surgical gloves and disposing of them in a nearby bin. "We assume that this gas is intended to be used as a biochemical weapon by the HIVE," The General nods a few times, taking in the gravity of this weapon. "While we don't know what the gas is composed of entirely, we were able to find a seal of production underneath the tank you brought to us." He takes out his tablet and swipes at a picture of the seal. He hands the tablet to me, to which the rest of my squad and the General crowd around me.
"Usmer Corporation LLC. Aren't they a makeup production company?" Sakura asks. "Either way, we should investigate this further," Maxwell states, stroking his chin. "Do we know where they are based?" I ask, prompting Jarrod to check. Jarrod walks over to the main computer and enters the name, to which a few red dots appear on the world map. Jarrod zooms in on the image, showing the dots centralise in Lyon. "Lyon, France," he states. "Alright then. Emerald squad, until we can disclose a date of the operation, you are relieved of your duties for now. Have a good rest of your Sunday." the General announced. As my squad exits the main HQ, I make my way to the lab personnel from earlier. He looks up, surprised to see me. "Can I be of assistance, Operator Spectre?" he asks, his voice trembling slightly. "Firstly, please, call me Jordan," I implore, smiling, causing him to breathe a sigh of relief. "Secondly, can I have some gas?"
"What?"
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"Where did you even get this stuff?" Lily inquires, her suspicious green eyes piercing mine. I shrug. "It was given to me by my uncle. He said he didn't need it anymore." Mark glances at me. "Really? He should be arrested," he remarks, causing Lily to elbow him in the rib. We all stare at the yellow tank, a bullet ricochet visible on its left side, exposing its metallic inner layer. "Well, let's get testing." We bring the tank into the gas chamber, to which Lily instructs us to don gas masks and lab goggles. We oblige, to which Lily then takes out a set of test tubes from a shelf, filling each one up with the gas and then sealing it with a cork. She hands the set of tubes to me, to which I then set them on the lab table. Mark returns with the equipment Lily asked for; bunsen burner, tripod and gauze, Nitrogen and O2 monitors and other complex-looking items. Lily hooks up the test tubes to the monitors and places them over the bunsen burner. Lily then ignites the flame of the burner, its copper head instantly emitting a red, slim body with a blue tip roaring upwards, heating up the gas rapidly. Lily monitors and records the data, instructing me and Mark to increase the flame size every so often. I peek over at the monitor, observing a red line's sharp, steep increase as we continue to heat the gas.
After about 2 hours, Lily comes to me with the results. "Well, I can't say for sure what this gas is. What I do know, is that the gas when heated exhibited traits similar to those found in Ammonia and Nitrogen." She looks up at me. "The gas toxicity levels are beyond anything I've ever seen. We're talking worse than any biochemical weapon ever produced." Mark and Lily exchange glances before staring at me, expectantly. I glance at the yellow tank of death, its sinister shine causes me to sweat a little. This could wipe out entire cities. I have to tell the others. I whip out my phone from my jacket and begin texting my squad, as Mark and Lily begin small talk.
Jordan: Meet up at HQ tomorrow, got some info on the gas.
Maxwell: Rog
Sakura: Understood.
Jarrod: 👌
Ashleigh: k
A cold pair of fingers tap my right shoulder, causing me to flinch. I turn around to see Mark's childish face, a broad grin across it. "So... if you're not using that gas for anything... can I have it?" I sigh and Lily flicks the back of his head, causing him to whine in pain.
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My Classmate is a Killer (Unfinished)
Teen FictionSecrets are the root of lies and deceit. But what if the secret meant life or death? Jordan McDuff bears one of these secrets, being the youngest killer in the country. A former SAS Operative at 17, Jordan struggles to move on from his past life, be...
