Roused

Dr. Orenthis heard a soft knock from inside the closet. His senses were heightened. But he had just murdered someone so that was no surprise. He warned his lab partner not to be so brazen with the modified RIG injections. It was a slight chance, but it was possible it would do what they were both afraid of. Killing him was the protocol they had decided upon. But there was a noise. A grumbling. The doctor turned the door handle with what should have been avertible caution. The brilliant Ursus pathologist Martin Fritz was dead; or was he something else?