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<span class="mu-r">“Sorry. Got a little sidetracked, there. Follow me.”</span>
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Upon arriving at the operating room where Iara was being monitored, you were surprised to find Gloria specialist already there waiting for you. She was a bit taller than average, but you suspected that was because of the black high-heeled boots that she was sporting. Your eyes trailed up her legs, where she wore a pair of dark, tight khaki pants. And instead of a coat or a robe, she wore a white, leather studded jacket, the zipper pulled down just enough to expose a healthy amount of cleavage.
She must’ve noticed you staring, because she turned to stare right back at you, her eyes covered by a pair of large, magenta hexagonal glasses. And when she saw you approaching her, her red lips curved into what was probably meant to be a friendly smile, but came off a bit more wicked than was intended. The mole above her lip probably added to the effect.
<span class="mu-g">“You must be the one that Gloria mentioned. I’m Ada, by the way. Is that your friend in there?”</span>
Everyone’s attention turned to the stare in the room of what appeared to be a comatose shark woman attached to a bunch of complicated machines. A morose blonde woman and a slightly transparent young man sat on either side of her, exchanging a few words here and there without knowing that you were watching them.
You narrowed your eyes and inclined your head slightly.
<span class="mu-r">“Yeah. How much do you know about what happened?”</span>
Ada ran a hand through her dark, disheveled hair and blew out a sigh.
<span class="mu-g">"She's got an army of nanites rampaging around in her head, rewiring her brain to erase her personality and sense of self. At least, that's what I heard."</span>
Warren took a few steps closer and pressed his hand against the glass.
<span class="mu-g">"How long has she been like this?"</span>
<span class="mu-r">"For a few hours now. Her condition's been deteriorating ever since we brought her back."</span>
Warren gave you a troubled look. It was the look of someone who was preparing to break bad news to a patient.
<span class="mu-g">“I might be a biochemist, but I’ve never dealt with anything like this. If this ‘Slaver Virus’ imitates biological organisms closely enough to be vulnerable to the countermeasures we might employ to fight an actual infection, then I might be able to prevent them from doing any further harm.”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“Well…what if we didn’t have to disable them?”</span>
You stared at Ada curiously, and she seemed to be nodding to herself, her green eyes gleaming with excitement.
<span class="mu-g">“What if we help the Slaver Virus along? Stopping it now would only result in disaster. I suggest that we perform an emergency surgery to alter her body to better suit what the virus considers a suitable host.”</span>
Ada seemed entirely unphased by the look of sheer horror that you were giving her. And more than that, both Warren and Letty appeared to be intrigued by her proposition!
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