How did the NX-47 get to my house?
The elevator opened with a soft sound.
We went down to the underground level where the pharmacological research laboratory was located.
The metal doors gleamed in the white light.
The biometric reader waited silently by the entrance.
I placed my hand over the scanner.
The door opened with a click.
The laboratory was dark.
Too dark.
The lights were usually kept on even during the night to maintain stable conditions in the experiments.
“That’s not normal,” I murmured.
I turned on the main switch.
The fluorescent lights slowly illuminated the room.
And then we all saw something that made the silence even heavier.
The refrigerator containing experimental substances was open.
And one of the storage containers was empty.
The compartment label said only one thing.
NX-47.
But what really chilled my blood wasn’t the missing bottle.
It was the image frozen on the laboratory’s security screen.
The camera had captured someone entering the laboratory that same night.
And when the officer zoomed in on the image to get a better look, I immediately recognized the face that appeared there.
He was my husband.
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