Noah turned to the coordinator. "I need access to the actual compounds. Unopened containers if you have them. Our medical team needs to analyze the contents."
The coordinator nodded, too exhausted to argue anymore. "Follow me."
She led them through another corridor to a storage area where the crates Noah's team had delivered sat partially unpacked. He selected one that was still sealed, reading the biohazard labels carefully before using proper protocols to extract a sample container.
"Marking this as Sample Alpha," Noah said into his comm. "I'm scanning the label information now. Sending to Watch Command for database cross-reference."
His helmet's scanner captured the container's identifying information—lot numbers, chemical warnings, manufacturer codes. All of it transmitted back to Eclipse headquarters in compressed data bursts.
