CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED NINETEEN - BABY DRAMA

John did a visible double-take and looked from one woman to the other, bewilderment etched across his features. "I...don't understand. What is that supposed to be?" "A ritualistic birthing sludge!" Marie wheezed out between gags. "Something about harnessing the ancient traditions of Himalayan tantric midwives or some nonsense." She shot a betrayed look towards the alcove entrance, as if the innocuous curtains had personally offended her. "I cannot believe they try to pass that biohazard off as a 'cleansing emulsion'!" Placing one hand over her mouth and nose, Karina inched closer to the revolting basin, peering at the thick, chunky mixture suspiciously. Floating amidst the sludge were various chunks and unidentified herbs and...were those actual yak hair clumps? "Oh hell no!" she exclaimed, backing away quickly. "I am not getting anywhere near that bioweapon! Are they trying to poison me?" John grimaced, looking rather green around the gills himself as a particularly ripe waft of