"Argh! Why?!"
A steel table crashed against the concrete wall, its metallic screech echoing through the sterile laboratory. Dr. Aniston's chest heaved as he stared at the wreckage, his dark eyes blazing with fury.
The scientists scattered like roaches, pressing themselves against the far walls due to their lead scientist's sudden outburst. Only the men in black suits remained close, raising their hands and gesturing for the doctor to stop.
"Doctor, please—"
"Don't!" Dr. Aniston whirled on them, spit flying from his lips. "Don't you dare tell me to calm down!"
His gaze snapped to the wall of monitors displaying vital signs and all other weird data. There was even one there that accurately displayed Bjorn's transformation as they happened. But only one held his attention—the ECG monitor in the center. The green line stretched flat across the black screen, accompanied by that damning, continuous tone.
Flatlined.
