by Christian O'Kane
"Now please don't touch anything," Misha said firmly. The fox was talking calmly but his long, bushy tail was moving back and forth at high speed, betraying his nervousness.
"You've said that already," Stealth complained. The cheetahs ears were laid back and his teeth bared. "Twice. Don't you trust me?"
"Of course I trust you but this is a weapons research lab and if you touch it there might be a large explosion."
"Or several followed by a fireball and a mushroom shaped cloud," the nanites added.
"This is a military research lab," Stealth commented, ignoring the nanite’s comments. "They're used to things blowing up or failing."
"Yes but only on field testing and not around expensive and fragile lab equipment," Misha added.
"Why are we here?" Stealth asked. The two were walking along the tree lined sidewalks of a major university in a quiet suburb of Boston.
"A check up on the cloaking su