Black Cat 14 💎

By morning, the lab was a crime scene. The researcher’s log was found open to a single new entry, timestamped 3:14 a.m.:

She knew. She always knew.

The designation on the kennel was a sterile, government-issue stencil: Subject 14. Felis catus. Melanistic. black cat 14

She stepped out into the corridor. The emergency lights painted everything red. Two guards lay slumped against the wall, not dead but sleeping with their mouths open, their tasers still holstered. Lucky stepped over them without a sound. By morning, the lab was a crime scene

She always understood.