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OLYMPUS

Chapter 3 THREE

Word Count: 1292    |    Released on: 10/04/2021

basement level of the building; the doors sliding o

re we?"

c happens," he

ove became lit as if in response to his presence. They revealed th

d, the paints weren't just paints. Thing is, whenever Dennis got close to them, they came alive and

t technology, Megan realized; the entire

t of resources had obviously been put into it to ensure that it was

. "Here we are," he said, tapping on the number and imme

ice just like the one Megan encou

hand on the scanner. "

to reveal an entrance. "Welcome, Director," sa

er seen before; not that she had seen that many laboratories, truth

sily fit inside it and still leave room to spare. From one end to the other of the room, workbenc

ce above, manned the workbenches. They chatted away on topics Megan recognized ranged from Chemistry to Microbiology, and advanced co

monitoring activities in various scientific fields lined the wall; and ther

usive, very expensive scienc

to stop the awe coursing through her at the s

d her before waving to a bearded man who looked to be in hi

from New York University," he introduced the man where he arr

Doctor." Megan sh

here," h

n the lab or hear who she was. In fact, if she was to guess, she would say that he had been expecting her to see her come in

d like the man had informed the whole of Olympus of her arrival before

Why? Why did he go through all that trouble ju

an snapped back to the present whe

good, his physio excellent. We're about to run s

is signaled Megan

as really saying something because nothing had m

kely to be encountered in a medical environment than what she thought the lab should be fitted to do. W

d the doctor to the end of the r

nning three different monitors that displayed what Megan discovered to be vital life signs: heart rate, breath rate, room-body tempe

s are these?

Dr. Barnes, p

er side of which was another room with a boy. He was a teenager, presumably sixteen year

ugh to be cotton, or wool, or any other fabric that everyday clothes were made of. The suit shimmered with every movement he made and she realised that whatev

g on the boy then but to he

: determination, excitement, the usual thrill of a situation that mo

re was absolutely no emotion from him about the people who watched him

"What does he have to do with

," he replied. "You'll

the sound of a speaker coming

ce carrying even though he had no obvi

own, and shaking his hands and legs like an a

en

gan to change. His heart rate picked up, his breathing and the room temperature

view of everyone

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