"Look for anything that has Morphine, Epiniphrine, or Analine, those chemicals are painkillers, adrenals, and boosters respectively, and if you find any biofoam, that will come in handy too" Fox said as he began taking any of the listed supplies. Soon after they had finished packing up on what they could find, Fox tried to call Stream, saying "Plasma Stream, we're done here, report in"
"*Static*"
"Stream, come in"
"*static* hey! I'm talkin..*static* ...get*static*"
"You have got to be kidding me..." Firefox said as he shook his head and headed out, saying "Come on, we gotta go find him"
before
Pocketing the last of the canisters, Plasma Stream headed for the exit, only to watch it slam shut and a set of lights turn on behind the other door on the right wall, a window set next to it. No one was nearby but the computer then said "Warning, containment failure, please evacuate the room" as the doors slammed shut. Over the intercom he heard " ah, I see you have found my testing lab, you have been able to survive so far, but how long will you last against my creation?"
"Hey! who are you?"
"You have no idea what you're dealing with"
"Hey, I'm talking to you! Stop using the intercom and get out here!"
"Unfortunately I am incredibly busy and won't be able to meet you myself, but my creation will, and he's hungry"
At that, he heard the glass behind him crack with a loud thump, the creature inside starting to wake. All stream said was "Ah, fuck" before it breached the glass.