Jim’s plan went off just as they hoped, and the lions nearby seemed to hate the smell of leather. The keepers were out in a flash to investigate the noise, leaving the way clear for Jim and Nora to sneak inside.
The center was a mass of rooms, docks, and hallways, navigated with great haste by the pair. They had searched for a little over ten minutes, and had two close calls with staff, when they found their quarry.
“In there,” Nora whispered, pointing toward a room filled with electronically-locked cages. Within were a bevy of bipedal she-wolves, snarling and howling in anger. They bit, clawed, pulled, and shoulder-blocked the cage bars in their attempts to escape. Jim could somehow recognize Sharon and Debbie, even in these forms, and he bit his lip in guilty anger. A handful of technicians, male and female, studied charts and bloodwork at various points of the room. The two doors were locked by electronic card, and only the ventilation grates above their frames promised entry.
“How do we get the antidote to them?” Nora asked.
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