After wandering around all afternoon, Phil was ready to head back to his room when he bumped into someone coming the other

way. His observation skills were sharp, and he instantly recognized the person as someone who had bumped into him before.

He had investigated all the recent deaths, and among them were six individuals from Windhelm. That was curious because

Windhelm folks were rare in these parts, but to have six appear in one month was beyond unusual.

He knew he had to inform Philip and urge him to be on guard, but the collision left him feeling woozy, as if he had inhaled

something. lan's drugged concoction was potent, meant to muddle the senses for days on end.

What lan didn't realize was that Phil had grown up in a research base, rendering him immune to most chemicals.

Shaking off the disorientation in mere seconds, Phil grabbed lan's arm with a swift motion. lan, quick on his feet, kicked Phil away

and vanished into a crowd dressed in hazmat suits.

Phil hit the ground, clutching his aching chest. He quickly got up, eyes red, and went to find Philip.

"Sguy just drugged me. My head was spinning for a few seconds, but he doesn't know I grew up in the lab, immune to all that

stuff."

Philip's eyes lit up slightly, a smirk forming on his lips, "Find out anything else?"

"Yeah, Philip. There's a strange number of Windhelm people dying off lately. The research base is usually filled with faces from

North America or Astronia. Hardly any Windhelmers. But this month, six of them kicked the bucket. Pretty odd, huh?"

certain that lan was in their midst. He chuckled, his eyes narrowing with

Philip's reaction, asked curiously, "Something amusing on

the shoulder, "I

good spirits lifted Phil's

lan, having moved away, inspected the vial on

concoction, designed to make one compliant. It shouldn't have

attempt had faltered, and with Philip mostly confined to his own room, Phil was

against a wall, his gaze darkening. He suspected he had blown his cover. Philip, with his sharp mind

surely pick up on any clue

to move on when he felt the ground tremble. He hadn't noticed it when Sarah

up from the soles of his feet, sending shivers down

the core lab, where Sarah was already waiting, her face pale from sensing

the vial aside, "The drug didn't work on Phil. Seems he's immune. Doctor,

go off inside the base,

gamble was risky; against the might of nature, human

was aware of the

a week or just a few days. If they detonated the

Who would survive was

and with the recent disease outbreaks, a significant event could

area into

her expression troubled. No one could guarantee survival against a

agree, Philip's voice suddenly echoed through

And remember, if you're found, it's

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