‘Phew,’ said Professor Benkin. ‘It looks like the readings from the Bohm reactor are back at normal levels. That was a close one.’
‘It certainly was,’ purred Alex, stroking his arm. ‘But what should we do to pass the time before the lockdown ends?’
‘I’m sure we’ll think of something,’ Professor Benkin grinned.
Twenty minutes later, the vault door juddered into motion and rose to reveal a group of hazard-suited figures.
‘You took your time,’ said the Professor, putting his socks back on. The foremost figure pulled off her hazard helmet, releasing a cascade of luscious, chestnut-brown hair.
‘We thought you might appreciate some... time alone,’ she said, with a smirk. ‘But you two are going to need all your energy for the journey back.’
‘Why?’ asked Alex.
‘Oh,’ she said, running her fingertips lightly over her Geiger counter, ‘you’ll find out.’
Three hours later, the exhausted scientists arrived back at their lab, only to find a very special visitor waiting for them.
‘Professor Benkin. Dr. Molloy,’ said the President. ‘The Government of the United States wishes to show their gratitude for your heroic efforts.’ He smiled seductively. ‘In any way we can...’