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Neo Static: The Permutation Particles Polka III

Munson and Hyllensen, along with a few other scientists, were in the Clean Room. Eyes on the monitor as they witnessed the base slowly rotting from within. A cancer eating away at the cells that were healthy and turning them dark.

Munson looked at his pistol like a man dreading what he was going to do next.

Hyllensen looked around at the staff. Some of them were monitoring what was going on in the chamber.

"I don't frakkin' believe it!" someone stammered.

"What is it?" Munson asked.

"Max's got company," the intern replied. "I don't know where they came from!"

"How is this possible?" Munson asked.

Hyllensen heard something and tilted his head as if he was fine-tuning a station. He was listening to the klaxon wailing away like a banshee in the night but he thought he could hear some type of rave music with it.