Seven o'clock. I stood outside Reeves's private lab in the basement of Building E. Most students didn't know this level existed. The elevator didn't stop here unless you had special access. I'd had to use the maintenance stairs, which felt right somehow. The backdoor approach for the backdoor arrangement.
The hallway lights flickered, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The whole setup screamed "secret experiment gone wrong" in a way that would've been funny if I wasn't about to become the experiment.
I knocked twice on the metal door. No response. I tried the handle and found it unlocked.
The laboratory inside looked like something from a science fiction movie. White walls. Stainless steel tables. Computer terminals with multiple monitors displaying data I couldn't begin to interpret. Glass cases containing what might have been samples or specimens or both.
