The man Mikhail Gorvotski had a pictured ID badge. He was wearing a white lab coat had had to her joy, half a pack of smokes with a lighter tucked into the pack. He had elven dollars and fourty seven cents in his wallet.

Tying him up after checking for a sigh of life she moved to the adjacent room. She held her breath 312 she inputed the code and a red light indicate that it was locked beeped then went from red to green. The door slid opened allowind admittance though even before she stepped in there a blast of cold swept over here. This room was cold enough to warrant that unusual frosty breath, her breasts ached at once, chilled due to the piercings going through eac. It was as if someone was holding an ice cube over each breast.

It was foggy it there as well as cold. There was a large cargo elevator at the end of the room just opposite of where she was but in the room were various dials and read outs for the twenty four vats that had existed here. Each vat seemed to have a miniature Ortix in it along with a student submerged in this slime itself.

Juniper shivered slightly as she pressed her back against the door she'd just slipped through. Her body had been reacting as if it were cold since she descended the ladder, but now that she had passed through the door it was like walking into an icebox. As she stood in the rolling fog, she blew out a long breath of steam, shrugging her way into the white labcoat that she'd swiped from Mikhail glad for the extra layer though she didn't close it just yet. Instead, she clipped the man's name badge to her coat, letting the lapel cover the picture ID. She'd never pass muster close up, except perhaps as an intern, but any little effort she could make to fit in was a step in the right direction.

She tapped one of the cigarettes out of the pack and looked it over. Not her brand, of course, but at least it was filtered. She'd take what she could get, pressing one end between her lips and luxuriating in the familiar sensation as she started her way across the room. She paused to examine some of the readouts as she made her way across to the elevator, trying to tune out the low squelching sounds of the creatures following their instincts, and the occasional exhausted desperate moan from an unrecognized student. How long had they been down here? What could anyone hope to gain from such vulgar experimentation? Her curiosity drove her to investigate.

She checked around for warning labels, trying to determine how hazardous the testing zone was supposed to be. Assuming there were no provisions against open flame, she'd flick the lighter and press it to the tip of the cigarette. Having a little bit of fire in her would only help stave off the cold a bit, and she'd hate to have missed the opportunity if things didn't pan out for her down here.

The vats each contained a naked student it looked like … some clear green gope filled these tanks and a simple breather mask covered thir nostils and lungs. Many were unconscious, some weren't. Some moaned or made some other eerie sound, others watched her movemnts just as it watcheder.

The mist-like body was hidden and the cold emitted from it, or rather the scientific term would be that it absorbed the heat in the area. It was unnaturally cold down here. It's purpose was to protect the vats and it watched keenly as she inspected them, looking at warnings before lighting up.

But without the rouse it would have already been upon her, but as simple as it was it had no idea who was and wasn't part of the staff so it simply watched.

There were no warnings on the vats that she could see and as she made her way along she saw that the vats were plugged into various different back up generators. Hidden from view was a desk complete with a computer that had a stary background as a screen saver.

There was an elevator here, not much else, save for the unseen who merely watched. A sweet morsel that it would have taken if it hadn't been instructed to leave the staff alone while here unless …

Well it silently observed the scene as it unfolded before it.

Juniper bent forward a bit to inspect one of the girls when she noticed the eyes following her through the glass. Intellectually, she was repulsed. Twenty four living, breathing people turned into . . . what? Fodder for guardian slimes? Breeding tubes, letting each creature eat and eat until it budded off another one? She couldn't help but wonder how long they'd been down here . . . hours? Days? Were they still on the class roles, or were they "graduates" and "drop-outs" pressed into service for the school's twisted goals? The tip of the cigarette tipped upwards as she considered, looking at the breathing apparatus affixed to the girl's face . . . she didn't seem to be in any peril.

On the other hand, Juniper wasn't exactly made out of stone either. For all that her virtues were outrages, she was still looking at two dozen women, twisting, writhing, and moaning erotically. The atmosphere turned it into something alien and eerie, but each body was fully on display, moving under the pressures of the fluid that contained them as it tried to coax more and more from them. Juniper's own body tingled in remembrance of that embrace . . . and she realized that her body was beginning to react as her mind wandered.

Mind on the mission, Girl, she thought to herself, flicking the wheel to cause a flick of sparks to emerge from the lighter. Hmn. She flicked it again, and again, trying to get the fuel to ignite even as the fog stole the heat away from the would-be flame. Finally, finally she got it to catch, though it was a low dull flame as it fought to stay together. She puffed slightly on the other end, trying to draw the flame a little deeper into the tobacco until it finally lit. She snapped the lighter off and tucked it back in her pocket. Cheap-ass lighter fuel.

As she made her way through the chamber, the familiar "Flying Through Space" screen saver caught her attention. It was a bit of a nostalgia bomb to actually see a computer running a screen saver these days, so many people just opted to use power-savers, turning the monitor off until it was needed again. Still, it gave her something to focus on, and pointed towards some potential answers. Pulling back the chair, she looked for a convenient ash tray, a discarded coffee cup, or similar. In a pinch, she supposed she could just hold the cigarette out to the side and tap the ashes out over the floor grating. She plugged in the flash drive tucked away in her makeshift pocket and waited for the computer to recognize the newly inputted hardware, cracking her knuckles like a pianist as she settled back and crossed one leg over the other under her skirt.

She supposed it was possible that some fool had left themselves logged in, but just in case the tiny icon of a blindfolded angel was sitting there, waiting for her to start the program that would get working on cracking her way into the infonet. This was starting to look a little bigger than her tiff with Rena . . . not that she'd even begun to forget about that.

The scene was revolting though the memory of Ortix was still there and what he had done. Were all these similar slimes? Were they something else? Some of the grils weren't moaning as if they had gotten use to this perpetual stimuli though she had many questions and no answers as of yet as she stepped away from the vat …

Lurker watched, she got close to a vat but that wasn't a surprise seeing that he had never seen her before. He watched the intern, for he was guessing she was an intern as she plugged in her flash drive.

Their was an ash tray here she found, perhaps Mikhail spent enough time at this station where he simply had one here …

Lurker watched for a moment longer. She seemed harmless enough though now he was scoping her out though he was told not to bother the staff he could not help but look out of interest.

No one had been logged in though the computer was asking for a log in and password. The latest one Aegir gave her woriked before she had to try the others she built into. The computer loaded with the cutesy Pokemon image of Pikachu in the background. There were four files on this one. The familiar Hunters, Prey and Experiments. The next was listed as simply “Revisited”.

Juniper smirked a bit as the log-in that Aegir had gifted her got her through the front gate. So, even this console was on the school's Intranet, eh? She had to admit, she was surprised to learn that. The place looked more like a twisted toss-up between a titillating sci-fi B-movie and some mad science project. Someone's independent research? She was a little sad she didn't have the time to properly investigate, turning her head this way and that to make sure no one was coming in after her as she sat in the out of the way little work station. Whoever Mikhail had been talking to would be missing him any minute now, and when she found him tied up in the generator room a general alarm was likely to sound.

She hit the "Experiments" folder first, starting a simple search for "Slime, 24 subjects, underground lab". Maybe it would work, maybe it wouldn't but she had to believe that the people here were trying to accomplish something. Or she'd just have to file them right alongside the monsters in her head. That thought put a dark expression on her face.

She bounced one stocking-clad leg up and down as the other supported her, taking a deep drag on the cigarette causing the glowing red tip draw closer, leaving a long distended tip of ash which she flicked into the tray dismissively, holding the breath for a long moment before letting a gentle exhale roll a long streamer of smoke passed her lips. She accessed the "Revisited" file, it's meaning not being immediately apparent as the others were.

No such luck with Slme or 24 in her search. All the while Lurker watched her, more out of interest than keepint tabs on her at this stage. The lab coat had fooled him though as she began to look around he assumed she was doing something she was not suppose to be doing. Curious he drifted closer as he regarded her for a moment to see what she was doing, not that he knew too much about the inner workings of this place.

He watched as she opened up the file marked revisted.

Text filed the scream in bold orange lettering.

Eve, Revisited.

As it is well know the entity even was a means of creating a pleasure slave. That experiment has been lost but the research materials are still in existance. Clones of some of the best ond brightest at the academy were made.

Twent-five were selected as pootential canditates … it is hoped that we can harvest the means of satisfy our client though to date replicas are disgarded in lieu of the real thing for reasons that have thus far eluded us.

The vats promote rapid growth of the clones to a stage that the client prefers, in this case 18 through 30 years of age though most are younger than 24 and are of student age.

Also two birds are being killed with one stone. The clones are being fed aphrodisiacs to perpetually keep them alive while each tank contains a life form similar to Ortix (who'se detailed in the Predators file). The smaller blobs are then harvested and modified where their slime can effect flesh.

During the process certain nutrients make them docile to allow their Masters better control over them to direct them into combat to carry out military applications.

The clones, however, only live for 10 years and their lifespans are being extended as of this document ...

The rest of the file was less interesting with amont of slime to nutrients ratio, how much aphrodisiacs each girl devoured and a note that some of the girls got use to being pleasured, at least towards the end of they became more active. Noted that the conscious ones were close to being removed, “gestation” times being a guess of 3 to 6 moths ...

The hairs on the back of her neck were starting to stand on end, causing Juniper to cast another glance around. That same paranoid feeling of being watched. Of course, as her eyes passed over one of the more aware girls, she realized she was being watched. So, not students . . . not exactly. Looking for a substitute? She shifted the cigarette off to one side, giving a short puff and breathing the smoke out to the other side of her mouth, that didn't necessarily mean that they were feeling any kind of remorse. They might just be looking for ways to maximize their profits, or ease the risk of grabbing girls from the mainland. She scrolled down a bit, trying to find some kind of mention of how intelligent these "Eves" were. It wouldn't take much for their intended purpose . . . but then, that might have everything to do with why they were less popular than the real deal.

Idly, she mused how many of Aegir's ten favorites were in the mix. She looked through the project data for the twenty five candidates and downloaded their student profiles onto her flash drive for future review. She noted the name "Ortix" in her head, but didn't bother to look him up just yet. The notion of flesh-eating blob creatures used for military applications caused her to shiver . . . they weren't too quick, but what fortification could keep them out? With their ability to seep through small cracks and change color, they'd make terrifyingly effective assassins . . . if their intelligence was up to the task. She'd have to keep on her toes, she didn't want to run into one of those modified models if she could avoid it. Finally, she reached and retrieved the flash drive before pushing the chair back.

She'd probably delayed too long as it was. This was looking like an increasingly poor place for a showdown, there were too many unknown factors in play. She needed to find her force multipliers and get the hell out. She gave another few puffs as she stood up and approached the cargo elevator, pushing the call button. Apparently what she wanted was deeper still.

Limited intelligence though there was a note that progressive clones were given drugs meant to enhance the mind based on the serum that had been used on One …

Lurker watched on, a little baffled. Why would she be nervous looking up information about clones? If she belonged her then she would have been calm about looking up something for whatever she might have needed so he trailed a short distance behind gathering the fog to him growing while behind her back.

He did not have all the answers but he would ere on the side of caution here. As she hit the elevator button she realized that it only went down … but the platform was already at the bottom and Lurker, now a whipy white mass behind her with a humanoid body, minus the hair and a nose, glared at her with white milky colored eyes.

End of the line. We can do this the easy way or the hard way, your choice.

If she belonged then this little matter could be cleared up in a moment, if not perhaps he would get to have some fun with her as a reward ...

Her heart thudded in her chest as that voice spoke up behind her. There hadn't been anything around a moment ago, and suddenly the jig was up? Had to be a creature of some kind. Juniper took another drag on the cigarette, trying to seem calm. The second she turned around, the jig was up . . . she didn't have time to formulate a good plan, but as always seemed to be the case a bad one lept to her mind unbidden. It was ludicrous, it would never work . . . but this place seemed to be absolutely crackers. If she could just sell it, she might just get a few moment's wiggle room.

She snapped around on her heel, anger etched deeply on her features as the glowing tip burned maybe a few inches from him. She was looking down slightly, and then seemed to twitch in irritation at that before she raised her eyes to meet the wispy white sentry's featureless gaze.

"What the hell are you doing!?" she snapped in irritation, using her very best imitation of her father. She snatched the cigarette from her lips and used it to gesture passed the creature, "You should be out there, looking for the the girl, not wasting my time, durak!"

She was wearing his coat and his ID badge, and smoking his cigarettes while sitting at his work station. She was just going to have to gamble on the notion that a body-swap scenario was somehow less crazy than the notion of a student finding this place and subduing a worker in this place. To say she was grasping at straws was a serious understatement, but what was her other option? Learn how to punch smoke?

Contraband in the cigarettes, Juni attempted to bluff and she may have looked young, he could not tell most human ages apart unless they were very old or very young. She had the coat and the ID but at the same time she seemed to be looking over her shoulder while she accessed something about the clones which seemed odd since they wer on display.

He had never seen her before as far as he remembered and so he considered the scenario that she might have been a student too … she seemed so confident to Lurker though he was sharp enough to realize that she might be performing a gambit.

He was a psychic monster too … though his powers did not include mind reading and were relatively minor …

What student? I am aware of no student ... He was curious now though he was almost certain that she was bluffing or very new, he was only charged with watching over the clones and had not been responsible for anything outside of this room.

Well, she was in too deep to back out now. She snatched the ID card from her jacket and held it up for his scrutiny. She stretched her acting skills as far as they'd go, reaching for a person apoplectic with rage, but coming up closer to someone beside themselves with frustration.

"I am Dr. Mikhail Gorvotski!" she said, tapping the back of the card behind the face of the scowling middle-aged scientist, "Those buffoons over in Lab 63 lost containment on their little neural anagram experiment . . . now she's out there wandering around in my body, and I get to go over this again every time one of you things you smell a chance to score some tail on duty!" she shouted, stuffing the cigarette back in her mouth and taking a hard puff before blowing in his general direction.

"Now, either get out there and start looking before she manages to find something important, or get the hell out of my way. I intend to immerse myself fully in my work until those idioits figure out a way to reverse this cluster fuck." she swung her hang back and hit the call button on the elevator again with the back of her curled fist. Come on . . . come on . . .

That was such a big load that even a student wouldn't have tried to bluff with that! Thus it had to be true, but then again there was the suspicions that he had that had him questioning why she was looking over her shoulder that he could nos shake.

He should take her down … but that would mean leaving the lab and thus his responsibilities to the clones. He was going to detain her until someone came in but she seemed so sure of herself. He looked for obvious tells, but didn't know really what to look for in humans. He knew what to expect from terror, other emotions were harder for him to pick up on.

Clearly there was a problem that just crept into her mind, or perhaps she was just hoping to give herself a head start but Mikhail was still tressed up in the hall outside the room!

Pft, finding her is not my duty doctor. He said after a long tense moment. Find her yourself. He did not believe the lie but it was too outrageous he thought to be a lie and since he was uncertain of the vadility of her claims he left her alone.

He did not care if she bungled into a sensitive area, he was charged with watching over the clones so he turned away, his body braking up to better blend in to the fog just as the elevator dinged as the doors swung opened ...

Juniper felt like her knees were going to give out from under her. There was no way that had just worked, but the creature had broken up into faint streamers of frosty white vapor and retreated back to it's post. She jutted her chin out, and harsh puff of gray smoke escaping her lips as she glared after the creature. She reached up and clipped the ID back to her coat. It didn't seem like the creature was carrying any kind of communications gear on him . . . still, she thought that if she could find a different escape point from this facility she should probably take it. Somebody was going to find Mikhail eventually.

She had to stifle a sigh of relief as she heard the "ping!" of the elevator's arrival. She took a backwards step into the lift, assuming that the elevator car would be empty. She glanced down at the console trying to determine how many sub-basements the facility could have before she pressed her thumb to the button for the next floor down.

There was only one floor, but it was a ways down thirty, forty seconds at least. As she recalled her whole ordeal passed before the elevator had been called back up to the upper level.

The doors opned up revealing tables with students dressed in hospital johnnies about two dozen where sitting at long tables with head grear on watching images filtering by a computer console as if the information was being burned straight into their minds as they watched the images flash over the computers that had been set in front of them. There were a couple of doors here, four in all but two of the smaller rooms were restrooms that were marked with the universal symbols for male and female … there was another door, an office perhaps and two others one larger red one that had a card reader and a set of blue dpoble doors …

She had seen a few men here in lab coats but if any saw her they had not made anything of it at at this range she must have been another doctor, maybe even another male doctor given her short hair.

The elevator opened up staraight into the room and it seemed to be a hot bed of activity.

As she assessed the situation her ears heard a flushing of a toliet and the male rest room soon swung open revealing a large man that had to be Gus ...