Bob: We had our marching orders. But before Santiago took us topside, we had to suit ourselves up in that shiny future-armor of theirs. Supposedly radiation from space would’ve cooked us otherwise. Didn’t much like the sound of that. I never did tan that well. Even armored up, we had to wait until things cooled down after dark before we could follow your dad outside. Things didn’t go exactly as planned, but we did manage to get into a big, creepy lab with tanks full of sleeping animals. And... people were stored there, too. We covered your dad while he did his thing, but before we had a chance to celebrate... We got a message that something bad went down back at camp. Meeka: Oh no... was Diana okay?
Bob's Steampunk Tales #8
by Bob