James Turnbow

The Dr. Strangelove quote, even if conjured by my own imagination, broke through my rage.

Philo wasn't a bad guy.

We had our differences, as is often the case with supervisor and employee, but he was doing what he thought was right.

Taking a breath, I stepped back.

You need me here to figure out exactly what happened to Wade.

The sooner we find out, the sooner we can properly contain them.

Philo stepped back, crossing his arms.

We have our orders.

No more experiments for now.

All teams are taking a step back while we re-evaluate.

No action will be taken until you return with your head on straight.

Huh.

That's a fantastic idea.

Those fucking things may have just developed biological warfare, and your idea is to wait and see?

An alarm interrupted us, blasting its ear-splitting noise through the small building.

I glanced around before meeting Philo's gaze again.

I was already halfway to the hazmat locker on one side of the room.

Philo followed.

Five minutes later, we were completely sealed into our suits, breathing canned air from small tanks at our hips.

We hustled out of the lab and onto the dirt lot dotted with other small buildings.