Then he looked up at the observation window. This time, there was no glass between them. Yuri stood in plain sight, tablet clutched to her chest, her expression one of cold, clinical satisfaction.
His body convulsed. The laboratory coat tore as his spine elongated, jade-green scales erupting through his skin. His jaw unhinged, splitting into a reptilian maw filled with serrated teeth. Twin horns curled from his temples. Gil Orville was gone. In his place stood Lizard, a towering, sinewy beast of instinct and fury. bloody roar 4
Yuri saw his lips move, though she couldn't hear the words. But she didn't need to. The look in his eyes said it all. Then he looked up at the observation window
"Validation complete," she said into her recorder. "Subject Lizard eliminated. Subject Wolfen remains viable. Recommendation: proceed to mass production of the synaptic inhibitor. Humanity's leash on the Zoanthrope threat is now secure." His body convulsed
He whispered a promise to the ash of his only friend.
The blast was contained, a muffled whump of superheated air and bone. When the smoke cleared, the door was blackened and dented. And Gil Orville was a smear of ash and scattered scales.