“Son of a bitch,” Alrdic said as he rammed his finger into the lock. The needle-like probe at the base of the key hole pierced his skin and sampled the blood that welled from the insertion.
“Identity confirmed,” chimed the breathy female voice of the lab’s security system. Aldric mashed down the button as soon as the security shield opened. “Void containment maintained, please reset within twenty-four hours.” Aldric had spent hundreds of hours perfecting that voice; only the slightest hint of distortion indicated that the words came from anything other than a woman with a very sexy Australian accent. Even he tended to look around for her when he was tired or distracted.
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