Just as you look back into the room, the metal frame which restrained the subject comes flying in your direction. You and Greg both duck involuntarily as the metal smashes into the glass, causing it to spiderweb but not break...yet. Out of the corner of your eye, you see that Maya is still standing there, transfixed, staring through the shattered glass as though nothing could break her concentration. Sirens are going off and lights are flashing. You turn, still crouching to see Robin at the console behind you yelling instructions into a wired phone.
"--the subject immediately! I repeat, neutralize immediately! Do not allow the subject to--"
You sense motion to the side of you, and turn back just in time to see a white lab coat slip out the side door. It takes a second before you realize the only other opening in that direction is the door that leads to the observation chamber which holds the rampaging subject. You are about to call this to Robin's attention when it dawns on you who is missing...Maya!
Without thinking, you sprint out of the room to chase her down. Not because you particularly want to protect her, but because you know she is priceless to your research. Things only got this far because of the drug cocktail she helped develop. If something happened to her, it could set your whole team back years, if not permanently. If only for the sake of your brother, you couldn't let her get infected.
You turn the corner and are faced with an open door leading into the observation room and freeze. Somewhere in the back of your brain, you wonder how Maya got the door open, since there didn't appear to be any damage on the door, and you were fairly certain that Maya did not have a high enough security level. But you don't have enough time to think about it as you skid to a stop at the open doorway.
Just inside the doorway, Maya is standing there with her back to you. Was she bitten? You don't see or hear anything moving beyond her. Carefully, you edge towards her, eyeing all directions and preparing to drag her out by the collar and slam shut the door. However, apart from the destroyed machines in the room, there is nothing other than you and Maya. Frowning, you follow Maya's gaze to a mangled grating which once covered an air vent which lead outside in case the room's air needed to be forcibly vented in an emergency. There were sealed doors within the vent that were normally closed, but considering the damage done to the grate, you couldn't say that the doors would hold. After all, they were meant to prevent werewolves from entering from the outside, not to keep one in.
It occurs to you at that moment that should the injected werewolf escape from the facility, there was a chance the drug cocktail could cause a new variant of werewolf to emerge, one that was possibly more coherent and less cognitively impaired than the ones you were working to cure, but just as violent and homicidal. In other words, all of your hard work might just amount to nothing.
"My god..."