Cyrus called the red wolf anthro into his lab. Blaze, eager to help, took his invitation.
What is it, Cyrus? Got a new invention?
As a matter of fact, I do. And Id like YOU to test it for me.
Really? Cool! What is it?
Cyrus left the room, and moments later came back with a gray metal band in his hand. The band had a black screen on its surface, and underneath the screen were three very small circular buttons.
This, he said, is the DNA Age Tracker. You attach it to your right arm, and it connects to your DNA. By doing so, it can tell your exact age.
Here. Put it on.
Blaze held out his right arm, and Cyrus clamped the band on it. Blaze felt something small stab into his arm, then green words and numbers ca
Thrax rushed at Ozzy as soon as he had dropped the gun, gripping his throat with his right hand and slamming him against the wall, Ozzy's feet were no longer touching the ground. "Bad move, Jones. You should have shot me when you had the chance." He smiled as he squeezed tighter on Ozzy's throat, laughing darkly at the white blood cell who was now squirming harder to get out of his grip.
Why is he here?! Ozzy didn't know the reason behind Thrax's appearance here, why would he be going through evidence? He tried to pry Thrax's claws off of his throat, but it was useless, his grip was too strong. He realized what Thrax had come here for, "C-Ch-Chain!" Ozzy managed to wheeze out.
The virus had been so overwhelmed by the need to kill Ozzy, that he forgot about t