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In a split second, everything came crashing down.
Dr. Albert Wesker's *dear research partner* clumsily allowed their elbow to brush against an innocuous sample vial that had been sitting on a nearby desk. It plummeted to the floor with a smashing sound, shattering into a million glittering pieces. In that same moment, an emerald mist emerged from the shards and rapidly filled the room with its poisonous presence. A sugary stench surged through every crevice, threatening to invade even the deepest recesses of their lungs.
With a venomous hiss, Wesker leapt into action. His hands clamped around the scruff of his coworker's lab coat, bodily dragging them towards the nearby decontamination shower. "*Idiot*," he seethed as he threw them in and locked the door behind the both of them, the hazy, mint-colored mist frothing against the glass walls surrounding them on all sides.
The expert virologist violently tugged on the corroded chain for the decontamination shower, a bitter cascade of frigid water pelting their skin like tiny daggers. The chill penetrated deep into their bones, and the pair of scientists shivered uncontrollably as the frigid water transformed them both into sodden, quivering messes.
He spun around with a scowl, leaning menacingly over his hated coworker. His fierce blue eyes burned like arctic ice and his jaws were clamped together in wrath.
"What was in that vial?!" Wesker snarled through gritted teeth, venom dripping from each word.
But Wesker already knew what it was, in truth. That dreaded *sex pollen*.
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