Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #11 February 2015 | Page 58

by and collect results on the new victim’s samples. It
doesn’t seem to contain any hint that there’s been a
breakthrough. I almost wait for the feeling of disappointment to surface, but it doesn’t. After five dead
ends it’s to be expected.
“I’m afraid I’m needed at the labs,” I tell the Doc
while trying to seem busy. He doesn’t comment, just
looks up from rinsing his instruments and mutters a
goodbye.
I go back up the stairs and turn into the poorly
lit corridor. I briefly consider walking to the labs
around the building to smoke another cigarette, but
that way is three times as long, so I decide it isn’t
worth it. I’m still going to the station across the road
later.
You can usually know you are approaching the
labs when you hear loud retro music coming from
around the corner. They always listen to it when they
don’t have any audio or video evidence to deal with.
Frankly, this habit irritates me. I can never concentrate on my reports if there are any intruding sounds
around, but at least my office is in the other building
so I don’t have to start