"Understood."
The crisp clatter of keys echoed through the empty underground hall.
Two hours later, Lucian placed three sealed blood collection tubes filled with red liquid on the workbench.
This was Sam's blood, which he had just gone back to Godolkin University to retrieve.
Sister Sage immediately stopped writing code for the electrical system overhaul. She turned around, her gaze locking onto the three tubes of blood. Without a single unnecessary word, she put on sterile gloves, picked up one tube, and placed it in the makeshift centrifuge that had just been powered on.
The machine began to hum.
Lucian pulled over a chair and sat down.
His gaze settled on Sister Sage's busy figure from behind.
That brain really was useful.
It spared him the hassle of recruiting a research team and eliminated the risk of leaks. Sister Sage alone could match the efficiency of Vought's entire R&D department.
But completing the final drug synthesis with this rudimentary underground facility alone was simply unrealistic. He would have to wait for Brink's equipment to arrive first.
And for the subsequent research into Compound V and V1, he lacked a large supply of expendable live test subjects. He also lacked the core data Vought had accumulated over decades.
Lucian leaned back in his chair.
He began mapping out his next move in his mind.
Ready-made experimental data and living guinea pigs were the last things Vought's secret laboratories lacked.
Once Sister Sage finished her preliminary analysis, he would pay Vought's laboratories a visit. A shopping trip without paying. He would pack up all the research they had accumulated over decades and take it away, grabbing a batch of test subjects while he was at it.
The development of V1 had to remain entirely in his own hands. If it really could