Mylflabs 24 12 23 Lauren Phillips Behind Bars | X...

Vance looked down at the vial, then back at Lauren. He realized too late that the seal was already broken. A faint, sweet aroma filled the cramped space between them.

Lauren stood up, her composure returning. She walked toward the bars, her eyes locking onto his. "You shouldn't be holding that without gloves, Warden. It’s highly absorbent." MylfLabs 24 12 23 Lauren Phillips Behind Bars X...

Now, instead of a white lab coat, Lauren wore a standard-issue orange jumpsuit that chafed against her skin. "Phillips," a voice grated against the silence. Vance looked down at the vial, then back at Lauren

"In about thirty seconds," Lauren whispered, leaning her forehead against the cold steel bars, "you're going to realize that in this lab, I’m not the test subject. You are. Now, be a dear and find the keys to this cage." Lauren stood up, her composure returning

Lauren looked up. Standing at the bars was Warden Vance, a man whose face looked like it had been carved out of a granite cliff. He wasn't there to process her paperwork. He held a small, familiar glass vial—the blue tint of the Project X prototype shimmering under the dim hallway lights.

"The board at MylfLabs wants to know if the rumors are true," Vance said, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous rumble. "They say you didn't just invent a medicine. They say you invented a way to own a person's will."