The Labs [Where Scientists are at work]

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Out of the entire settlement, these buildings were the cleanest. Sterile tile floors and white-wash walls made up the interior, with a gleaming metallic exterior. There are multiple rooms for chemical analysis, medical treatment, animal observation and ...

Dissection. Or vivisection, depending on whether or not the subject is alive while being sliced open. Jack liked them more when they were squirming beneath his knife, organs still pumping life through them. The worst part about getting stuck on a dissection team with Jack 'the Jackal' doctor was probably not his grotesque love of cutting or even his crazy smile. No ... the worst part was ... his singing.

"Oh, I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts, dedede, there they are they're standing in a row~ Big ones, small ones, some as big as a head--~"

"S-sir," the 'nurse said, looking down at the table. "Are you watching what you're doing?"

"What?" Jack looked at the other bemusedly, off-set at being cut off. "Watching what? Oh, this pig-thing. Yes. I'm watching it very much. Now do shut up. Where was I? Oh well, onto work," the red head laughed, smile wide as he dug his knife in, inspecting the insides of the bush-pig laid out on the table. "Quite like a regular pig. Or boar. Only it's got that fluffy taily-thing. I wonder what that does ... Oh, well, never going to know now until we get a live one!" he laughed, pulling out the heart and looking it over. Four-chambered, like most mammals back home.

"Well, unless this guy's blood comes back as toxic, we're going to get bacon and sausages on the menu soon!" Jack said with glee, then put his knife down, heading out. "Well, that's all the organs. You two clean up, alright?" he said as 'goodbye,' washing his hands, disposing of the bloody gloves beforehand, and heading back to his own little private lab station. Kind of like his 'office.' Jack stepped in, sitting in his chair and spinning around, laughing. Oh gravity ... how he'd missed the natural pull of things. And fresh air ... not that cruddy smog on the ship. So nice, so nice. And all the nice new things to cut open as well! Though ... he still hadn't done something ...

That's right, he had to call Reynold! Oh, that mercenary was always fun to talk to~ Jack giggled to himself, picking up the phone and dialing the other's number, spinning around in his chair as he did so. The red head got a kick out of bothering the cold blooded killer because, for one thing, Reynold would get a heavy fine and pay deducment for killing any of the 'hired help.' And, Jack was giddy at the idea of cutting open the part-human and seeing just what made the other tick. It was a running 'joke' that Jack would get dibs on Reynold's body if he got killed.  

[CupcakeOfEros]

In a small building just a few feet from the main settlement, there was a certain killing machine working out. The place was much like an apartment, just big enough for him to live in. What was great about it was it was soundproof. It was hard to deny a cold blooded mercenary what he wanted especially when he could grow his nails to razor sharp claws by command. Or grow snake fangs and inject poison through bite. So, the one known as Reynold was able to have this structure built to his liking. It was nice and quiet and he was always left alone unless absolutely needed.

Reynold was lifting his weights, keeping in shape. He was had a large build and intended to keep it that way. Couldn't let his body go. Though, he covered in scars. Most were from wounds a certain mentally unstable doctor had to stitch up. He didn't want to think about that man. He probably would have carved into the man's skin with his claws if it wasn't for the fine he'd have to pay and the deduction he'd get on his pay. The man liked his money and only liked spending it on things he believed he needed. But most things he could get through intimidation.

As Reynold worked out, the phone rang. The men in charged forced him to have one in case he was to be contacted. He was mainly used when a party of people needed to explore further and they needed extra protection. That's how he tied into all this. Anyway, as that phone rang, some of his scars began to burn. "Jackal," he hissed. He knew it had to be him. That redhead called him everyday and when ever he called, some of his scars burned as his blood began to boil. Reynold put his weight down and walked over to the phone, running his fingers through his dirty blond hair. It wouldn't stop unless he answered and he didn't want that doctor to come over. That's what happened when he didn't answer the phone.

"What the hell do you want, you quack." That was his usual way of answering the phone when it was Jack. Well, he always answered it rudely but the 'you quack' was especially for Jack. There was never a 'hello'. Whether it be friendly or not. It was either 'what the hell (or f*ck) you want' or 'spit it out now' or 'leave me the hell alone'. People were pretty much used to his ruthless, rude, cold behavior so it was never anything new.

 

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"Oh, Reynold~ So, what are you wearing?" Jack laughed, adding: "I joke, I joke," before the killer hung up on him. "What I'd really like from you is a bit of a favor. I'm bored. Bored bored bored ... so bored. So, I thought we should go on a walk in the woods! Doesn't that sound delightful? Then, I can find myself an interesting specimen to play with and you get to stretching those legs, eh? Oh, and don't worry about the payment, I've already signed this up under the companies tab as ... a ... as a ... what the bloody hell is that word again ... oh, a safari or something like that. Whatever it is, you're getting paid and I'm getting to have some fun! What do you say, Rey? Meet me out at the front gate in five minutes?" Jack was grinning to himself. He knew what the other's answer would be. It was always the same. For money=yes. For fun=no. Jack didn't mind the forced companionship though. Reynold was one of the best of the best. And Jack liked efficiency. He already had gear for this 'hunt' ready and waiting. Jack wanted to badly get a glimpse of the new world outside and knew Reynold well enough to know he wouldn't be knifed in the back out there ... hopefully.  

[CupcakeOfEros]

Reynold growled at the answer he was given, on the verge of hanging up. Luck for the doctor, Rey was in somewhat good mood. Even though that was hard to tell. He pursed his lips as the loon went on. Hm. A 'safari' huh? Jack wanted to go play and use Rey as protection. Jack could be a meal for one of those creatures for all Reynold cared. But there was the mention of money. After a moment, Reynold took a deep breath.

"Very well.." As long as Jack didn't 'flirt' with him. He had a habit of doing that when they were alone together. The man must have thought it was a joke. Just like the joke of having dibs on his dead corpse when his day to go to Hell finally came. "Just keep your mouth shut.. Or I'll make sure your death is slow and painful." Even if he had to pay a fine. It might be worth it to see the doctor trying to grasp on his fading life as poison coursed through his veins. The sadistic killer liked that thought. He would of smiled if those muscles worked. He believed they didn't. He's never smiled since he was a little kid and had that pet cat.

The mercenary then hung up, not wanting to hear Jack's voice for the five minutes away from him. The man stretched before changing his clothes Military issued boots. Thick cargo pants and a white tank top. He didn't like anything took unnecessary so he could move more easily. That's why he had so many scars. After he was dressed and he gathered a few little provisions he liked to keep with him, the man headed out to the front gate.

 

[knux33]

Jack hummed happily, leading Reynold to his office. "Alright ... patches, bandages, stitches ..." the redhead mumbled, gathering all of these items and getting Reynold to sit. This was going to take a while. Arrow first. "No biting please," the scientist giggled, then put his hand on the wounds, gripping the shaft. Yes ... definitely a hooked arrow, built to stay in there ... unless one was familiar with pulling out notched objects. Which Jack was. He twisted, then pulled, the item coming out cleanly. Then he put a patch over the hole and moved onto the scratches. Disinfectant first. Especially for claw or bite wounds. Jack worked efficiently and quickly, talk draining away. If anything, when working with live flesh for a long period of time, he always grew quiet--which was a blessing for Reynold--and he couldn't help but be fascinated. Blood, veins, meat, muscle, bone, tissue ... all working together in a wonderful way ... "So," Jack said as he finished up with the last of the bandages, "shall I call the heads of government about or find, or would you like to? That way, you can discuss your reward payment for such a highly wonderful scientific discovery ..."  

[CupcakeOfEros]

Reynold went into the doc's office, reptilian features returning to human. How many times has he been in this office? Far too many for Rey to want to think about it. He could still see a few spots where his blood had stained the floor. Reynold sat in the usual spot, his eyes glaring at the floor. He hissed as the arrow was twisted and pulled from his flesh. With that wound and the ash on his leg, he'd be out of work. They'd force him to rest. Reynold didn't like following orders but if he didn't stay home, they'd make him stay doc's patient. Which meant he'd have to stay with said doc. That's the last thing he wanted.

The mercenary was thankful the doctor shut up as he tended to all of the wounds covering his body. Some from that cat like man and others from the canine one..

Reynold huffed. "I did all the work, of course I'm calling. I should make them pay for every wound I get." He'd be one rich man. "It was easier doing my job at Earth. This is all a pain in my a**... I'm not sure what's worst, having some strange creature tear at my flesh or listening to your insipid singing when I'm forced to stay in this vicinity.." He was just glad to have that sound proof building waiting for him. Reynold rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Maybe I'll call a little later... I'm exhausted.." All that blood lost made him drowsy.  

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Jack laughed. "You're paid to risk your hide, not for all the holes you make in it. They love their money as much as you do." The scientist was walking around, gathering up a few bags and a notebook. "Oh my, you must be really tired. I've never heard you delay getting your due before." The scientist gave Reynold an odd, observing look. Then he smiled. "You'll live, sadly enough. No new body for me to open up. Good thing I've got new creatures to look at. You go do whatever it is snakes do to recuperate and I'll go have some fun with my new toys. Hm ... do you sleep? Shed your skin? Tell me sometime, Reeeey~" The last bit the red head laughed off, then turned to go, leaving the door open for the mercenary. Jack's office had a bed that was open but the scientist knew no one--besides a few--would risk sleeping in the 'Jackal's den.' Half the other scientists thought he was some demon embodied just to torment them.

Speaking of which~ Jack, bag over one shoulder, crept up behind one of his colleges he knew to be very religious ... and jumped him. With a hug. And kiss. "Oliver~ My favorite disciple! Has God come down to smite us yet?"

Oh, the fun Jack had~  

[CupcakeOfEros]

Reynold stretched a bit, as much as he could without his wounds hurting or reopening. He shook his head and rolled his eyes at the last things Jack said. Well, he did shed his skin more than a human should. And it didn't come in the thin layers ever few seconds like regular humans. Just like a snake, his skin shed in a large layer. But he wasn't going to tell the doc that. He'd probably want to conduce some experiment or something. The man sighed as he was alone. He actually didn't want to make the trip all the way to his little home. There was always that bed but he didn't want to wake up to Jack looming over him, doing an experiment. Or worst. A shudder actually ran down his back. That doc was a weird one. In more than one way. The mercenary sighed before getting up and heading out. When he got home, he rested on his couch for a little while before calling up those government men and tell of the new find.

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