Instead, she reversed the polarity of the containment field. The Prometheus Particle flared, turning from a soft blue to a blinding white. The reaction was instantaneous. The room didn't explode; the air pressure dropped violently, pinning the intruders to the floor. Alexa Kallysti Upd
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The air inside the containment unit was sterile, smelling faintly of ozone and recycled oxygen. Emma Foxx adjusted the magnification on the holographic display, her breath catching in her throat. The readouts didn't make sense; they were too perfect.
The backup hit 100%. Emma let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.
Emma held her ground, her hand hovering over the emergency containment flush—a command that would flood the chamber with liquid nitrogen, freezing the sample instantly. It would set the project back a decade, but it would keep the tech out of the wrong hands.