"Help! I need help!"
Thomas burst out of the door, feeling the two sentinels stationed outside fix him with piercing gazes.
"It's urgent! Please—help… now!"
Breathing raggedly, Thomas' shaky arms pointed back toward the lab.
"What happened?"
"It's… one of the specimens. I don't know how, but it got loose. It attacked me. I barely made it out—I just ran!"
The sentinels' eyes narrowed, their bodies tensing. One turned to the other.
"I'm reporting this. Initiate a lockdown on the lab."
Thomas' eyes widened in horror.
"Report? Are you serious? By the time you finish reporting, that thing will have torn the entire lab apart! This will set us back months. The High Judicator will have my head for this! Probably yours too, since you're the ones assigned to guard me."
"…."
"…."
Both sentinels exchanged a silent glance before turning back to Thomas.
"You're certain only one escaped?"
"Yes—yes! Just one. He only has a single fragment. Hest still disoriented."
