"Chit! These are special goods — we'll take them in ourselves," the rat-man informed the inspector in the conical hat.
The inspector paused, glancing at Spark and the rest. "Oh? Are they that special that you want your names recorded for bringing them in?"
The reptilian man slithered forward with a repulsive smirk. "You ssss-have no sss-idea."
The inspector nodded and wrote down their names alongside the goods. "Okay, done. You can go now."
The hybrid duo nodded joyously, hauling the unconscious bodies of their captives through the metallic gates.
They traveled down a creepy, isolated corridor, navigating each crossroad with familiar precision. Seconds passed before they finally entered a dark lab. The difference between this place and a modern laboratory was obvious — the lamps were made of glowing crystal-like materials, there were no advanced computers, and no hospital beds. In truth, the place resembled a dungeon far more than a lab.
