He laughed. "I was worried Penelope would say that. It's not like I directly signed up for this anyways. Let's get going."
She clicked off her watch and they continued down the hallway until they got to a sharp corner. Dylan frowned and turned the smoke bombs in her hand. "Ready?"
"They'll make you immune to the smoke," she said sharply before throwing the beads on the ground around the corner. They exploded with tiny pops, and smoke instantly filled the room followed by cries of alarm.
The lab was full of scientists, running and gasping for breath as they scurried from the room like the rats they tested on. Dylan was by Francis and she muttered something to him. "We need to get a specific notebook. Leather cover, should have a lock on it. Really old."
The team spread out as the majority of the scientists evacuated. It sounded as if Laurel and Gavin were having a few attacks with some Utranians, but from the sounds of things, they had it handled.
A small glint on a bookshelf would catch his eye, the silver lock on a journal catching the light despite the rust that colored its surface.
The journal was old and yellowing, the leather cover cracked and smelling vaguely of bleach. The book was very obviously ancient, sealed tightly with a rusted lock.
Dylan squinted before nodding, her blonde hair flopping over her eyes. "Must be. Come on, let's get out of here."
"Move out!" she called to Laurel and Gavin before heading for the door, holding a handful of bombs in her hands. The hallway they had entered from was filled with the scientists, their shoulders heaving from the smoke. Dylan frowned before throwing in two different bombs. "Look away!"
A bright flash shone in the hallway, and there came a cry of alarm as the entire hall found themselves blinded. Dylan led them through the crowd quickly, aiming for the exit.
