Fear and Loathing

[Yak]

The insistent squeak of the trolley's back-left wheel preceded Violet as she wheeled it down the corridor. "Better get the maintanence guys to check this thing out" she thought.

The vial of NPLK ordered by Professor Nagrebetskiy was securely contained in an ominous black box, marked only with "Biohazard: Authorised Personnel Only". Violet had spent the last couple of days working to produce the substance, "Funny...", she muttered to herself, "...first time I get to use my new lab, and I'm making chemical weapons."

Her brief excursions to the canteen over the last 48 hours had been ruthlessly and consistently interrupted by curious colleagues, "Hey, Dr Burbank, what you working on in there?". This and a multitude of similar questions were unceremoniously brushed off with a "Huh, some boring pet project for the higher-ups, you wouldn't be interested".

Violet ambled out of the elevator into the corridors on Level 8 and headed directly for the Nagrebetskiy Lab, the professor certainly wouldn't want this delivery made to his office. As she approached the lab, Violet saw the slumped figure of Prof. Nagrebetskiy snoozing in a chair out in the corridor. Some people can be pretty grumpy when they're woken up, is Nagrebetskiy one of them? Only one way to find out...

Violet gently shook the sleeping researcher by the shoulder, "Professor? I have the compound you ordered..."