<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Spiked on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/spiked/</link><description>Recent content in Spiked on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 06 Sep 2014 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/spiked/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Experiment 3</title><link>/stories/2014/09/06/the-experiment-3/</link><pubDate>Sat, 06 Sep 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/09/06/the-experiment-3/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continues from &lt;a href="theexperiment2.html"&gt;part two&lt;/a&gt;
Part 3&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Selena Warren frowned at the paper in her hand. &amp;ldquo;I don&amp;rsquo;t believe this.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jeremy Wilkes, Selena&amp;rsquo;s assistant and lover, glanced up from his work. &amp;ldquo;What&amp;rsquo;s wrong?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;They&amp;rsquo;re buying out my lease on this property,&amp;rdquo; Selena replied, glancing around the converted factory she&amp;rsquo;d called both home and lab since her latest project had begun. &amp;ldquo;I now have the choice of paying full market value, or forfeiting the building and all contents. Including,&amp;rdquo; she added darkly, &amp;ldquo;all my materials and research.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>