There was nothing hard about my job at Compound-18. Walk the rows, check the cages, report to the science lab. And, here I was doing just that, but today, cage 426-B was compromised. I moved quickly to the intercom and stammered out the code for immediate assistance. Then I waited. I was uneasy, shit like this was not supposed to happen, I double checked the connections on my air system. Biohazard came barreling in and sealed the row. We discussed the situation and they got to work on disposal. I was sweaty and uncomfortable in my hazmat gear. I knew we weren't going anywhere, sealed in, till the quarantine expired. I went over it in my head, I didn't miss any steps, none of this could be on me, I did my job. Who fucked up, though? It would drive me nuts if I didn't find out, but I knew if I pressed Biohazard for information they'd report me and I still wouldn't know shit. They were incredibly efficient, I enjoyed watching them work. Once they were done we still had about 20 minutes to wait for release and I could tell they were talking about the exact things I wanted to know, but they were linked and I couldn't hear ANY OF IT! I groaned in frustration and stared at my feet. The green light came on with a pleasant mist and the door slid open. I thanked them for their help and headed to the lab with my clipboard and my report that simply stated:

Oozy rat in a sanitary zoo.