Chongo was amazed. Here he'd made enough noise to wake the dead and still she was bent over her work ignoring him completely. Well, he considered and grinned, don't know what else I expected.

Chongo cleared his throat and said, "excuse me?"
"Can I help you," the student replied, still leaning over her lab table and ignoring him.
"I hope so," Chongo said, "I'm a freshman researching the effects of radiation on living organisms. I know I should start in the library but I figured an upperclassman might give me a few titles that I could start with. Sort of narrow down the list a little."
"Well, I could give you a few names but I think you would probably do better to look at the photographs down in the medical section, she replied. "They had an excellent essay done a few years ago with a test subject exposed to too many x-rays."
"Thanks! Thanks alot! That's just what I need! Chongo said as he headed for the door.
"Your'e quite welcome Mr. ...." the student said standing up and turning around just intime to see Chongos hand swing the door shut behind him.

Chongo went to the hall directory and quickly found his way to the medical lab. The hallway was dark and silent. "Medical students," he thought, "always too busy partying to put in extra hours." Chongo had to jimmy the door with his lock picks but gained entry quickly. If the science hall had been abd this room was ten times worse. Chongo detected at least three different corpses by smell alone and various other bodily parts and speciments in formaldehyde. Chongo made his way across the darkened room by the starlight coming through the windows to the bookcase on the far wall. He pulled his flashlight out of is pocket and began looking through the case studies. He found it quickly and drew it over to the windows where a little extra starlight would help him see.

It was all there in horrifying color. The lab animal in the test had been overexposed. Picture by picture, frame by frame, the study documented the grusome death from radiation poisoning. The hair and teeth falling out, blindness and pain, the grizzly scaring and open wounds that wouldn't heal. The hotdog tried to make a return trip but Chongo held it down. "Got to stop this!" he thought as he put the study back. Well, at least I have the info to tell Drecker now," he thought grimly.