Still fighting the urge to break into a panicked run down the crowded hall, he managed to turn the corner into his office and quickly lock the door behind him. Jason pulled the two vials of fluid from his coat pocket and held them together in his hands; cold sweat accumulated on his brow as he pondered the outcome of his next action. A bloom of panic firing in his stomach as he noticed the slightly darker color of the volitile liquids in his hands, their reaction to the change in temperature from the case happening faster than he had anticipated.
rating: 6
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