Chapter 21. Flaws in the Formula
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Nolan stood before Experiment Subject No. 1, whose mouth had been stitched shut.
Around him, lab assistants continued to test and log the subject's regenerative capabilities, comparing them to the detailed data previously collected from Logan.
"Sir, epidermal regeneration clocks in at roughly five hundred times that of an average human..." one assistant reported.
The Black volunteer stared in disbelief as a strip of skin was peeled from his body. His agony was ignored in favor of metrics.
"Muscle regeneration is at one thousand times baseline..."
"Bone density recovery is measuring at two thousand times normal!"
One by one, the numbers rolled in each data point meticulously logged.
Strapped to the adjacent table, Logan listened to the figures being rattled off his expression hardening with every word. For the first time, real doubt crept in.
He was the best there was at what he did. But what if even that wasn't enough to escape this man?
He'd survived being used as a weapon by Stryker. Back then, at least he had a function he was meant to be unleashed. That was how he broke free.