CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY ONE – WE NEED CLAIRE

"We need Claire!" Molly bellowed from somewhere on the far side of the spreading disaster, punctuating her declaration with a startled "yip!" as a stray syringe case went ricocheting off the side of her skull. "She's the only chance we've got of reigning this little hellion in before he brings the whole damn place down on top of us!" "You think I don't know that?" Jasmine shot back in a breathless rasp, already scrambling for purchase against the smooth tile in a desperate bid for safety. Heart pounding a staccato rhythm against her ribcage, she flinched away just in time to avoid a glancing blow from an errant tubing roll gone rogue—only to find herself directly in Percy's imminent path of destruction once more. Just when she was convinced the entire episode couldn't deteriorate any further, an insistent chirping suddenly wormed its way into her consciousness. Just when she was convinced the entire episode couldn't deteriorate any further, an insistent chirping suddenly wormed