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There’s a lotta blood in this one, Angst, Identity Reveal, Blood Loss, Everything’ll work out though. Incomplete. Rated T. Word Count: 2559
Trigger Warnings: Blood, Blood Loss
Author: @lexiepiper (Team Human)
“It turns out that the views of Agents O and K are not held by the rest of the Guys in White. Basically, the GiW scientists are horrified when the two newest agents bring in a fourteen-year-old half-ghost kid for "painful experiments".“ - @nocturna-starr (Team Ghost)
As far as lab work went, it had been a quiet day. A bit of spectrophotometry here, a touch of titrating there, and then the only task left after lunch was to autoclave a stack of petri dishes. The half dozen agents milling around the facility was a touch ridiculous considering the sheer lack of work for them to do, but hey, when you got paid by the hour it wasn’t as though anyone was about to volunteer to clock off early.
Still, there were only so many times that one could check that the samples had all been stored properly and that the labs were perfectly clean. Agent H would have gone out to at least pretend that he was trying to catch a ghost or something, but the radar had been quiet all day except for a couple of blips that the field team claimed to have already dealt with. Realistically, it was probably Phantom who captured whatever ghost had managed to slip through the portal, and H resigned himself to a boring afternoon. Maybe when O and K returned he’d tease them a bit for letting the town’s resident spook one up them again, but even that joke had started to get a bit old.
There was the distant crash of heavy doors swinging open with enough force to hit the wall, accompanied by annoyingly familiar shouts, and H rolled his eyes. Speak of the devil, and unfortunately, that stupid field team would return early. “Should we go see what they’ve messed up now?”
Agent J sighed and stopped pretending to check the bunsen burners for rust spots. Not that it mattered, but they had to look busy somehow. “I suppose,” he drawled.
The pair strolled into the hallway without haste, but then an echoing scream sent a jolt of dread sliding down H’s spine.
“Please, let me go! I’m not dead!”
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