He took a glance and found no abnormality; then he asked Sarah aside, “Any idea when we'll have the antidote ready?”

“If we're lucky, three months. If not, it could take up to six,” Sarah glanced at the monitors, her brow furrowed in concentration as

the data danced before her eyes.

Fitch asked in concern, "Is there a problem?"

"No. Could you just handthat vial, please? I want to run schecks."

Almost reflexively, he reached for the bottle she was pointing at. Inside was a green liquid. He saw that Sarah moved to another

terminal, and the vial in his hand unexpectedly exploded.

He was unharmed, but his nose wrinkled at the acrid smell that filled the air. He glanced down at the shards in his hand and then

looked up, his vision blurring.

Sarah walked over, helping him lie down as she peeled his eyelids back for a quick examination. Turning to the person beside her,

she said, "We're good to go."

other figure removed their protective helmet, revealing a face Fitch recognized

shot into Fitch's arm. Together with Sarah, they shifted Fitch

adjacent empty bed.

flickered across the central monitor, as the system ran diagnostics. There was a string of numbers dancing on

screen.

complete. Match

been collected by Bernard years ago; he had his eye on this physical specimen for

impassive faces, Sarah reviewed

checks out, we'll

"Understood."

the mission, though her gaze lingered on Fitch with an unmistakable yearning. She

everything. She could spend her life just watching him, even if he

a coma forever.

the syringe spread through Fitch's body, his world began to swirl into chaos.

but couldn't

confirming that the

before giving

filled in the gaps in our data. What's the success rate

"Seventy percent."

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