Alex chuckled lowly, the sound like the whisper of cold steel against cold steel. The alarm lights flickered and stuttered above them at irregular intervals. A faint, rhythmic thumping echoed up from the floor beneath them. Some lab-grown human monstrosity, likely. This place was a veritable zoo of bio-weaponry gone wrong. Not that Alex minded. She preferred it that way.

— A virus with telomere-protective properties…how utterly tedious.

Alex scoffed under her breath as she sifted through the research notes scattered across her lab's steel table. The Sonido de Tortuga lab reeked of mildew and desperation, a far cry from the sleek elegance of her own island's facilities. But orders were orders.

She leaned back in her creaking lab stool with a sigh, twirling a vial of murky green liquid between her fingers.

— If only they'd let me test this monstrosity on something more... thrilling than these pathetic, aging test subjects they keep dragging in...