Someone enters the lab. Peeking out, you see a woman in khakis with
hair pulled back severely into a ponytail. She uses keys to lock the
door behind her.
"Clara," whispers Jorge.
The woman surveys the room. She picks up one of the dead bees, examines
it for a moment under the light, flicks it away. Then she walks with
determination over to a rack of spray bottles. She carefully selects
a full one. Then she moves over to the panel protecting the first hive.
"What's she doing?" you whisper to Jorge.
las abejas," he breathes. To kill the bees.