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It was rather early in the day, a few hours before the sun would be strong in the sky and harmful to an aquatic's skin such as the young punk standing awkwardly outside. It was the day after that critical talk with Tommy and therefore, the day in which the symphony would be performed. The performers were at the ready, that is, save for the one key note in the main chorus.

Alec had placed himself in the Village near the first duplex in the long row of living areas, off to the side and out of sight. Under the shade of a tree he waited, too scared to do anything but hold his breath and wait.

At some point, the sound of scratching at the door and the whimper of a dog's cry could be heard from the other side of the door. Ein whined impatiently as Aubrey made her way into some clothes and to the door.

The door opened and the energetic dogling rushed out, immediately sniffing around the bushes and going about finding a suitable spot to take care of business. Aubrey yawned and finished pulling her thick unruly hair into a ponytail as she blinked in the sunlight. She had been bad about holing herself in the duplexes, and she was rather certain Ambrose and Angelina would want some time alone. She stepped away from the duplex a bit, waiting on Ein to finish to she could walk with him to the cafeteria.

Tommy leans against a tree in the middle of the village, acting like he doesn't have a care in the world. His eyes tell another story, however. Tommy's calculating orbs immediately lock onto Aubrey as she exits duplex number one. .oO(This must be her...) This thought only proves itself to the cadet as Alec begins walking toward her. An image from the movie Beetlejuice comes to mind of the ghost with the most just spreading his hands and saying, "It's show time."

Tommy pushes his back against the tree to rebound off of it and uses the momentum to carry him toward the developing scene.

Alec tried to smile, the toothy expression often a poor example of his current mood. He could see she was uncomfortable by her body language, hell, he was practically shaking himself. "Ay..." He chirped back a greeting, oddly shifting his weight. From the looks of it he was unsure whether or not he'd just give in and run, but he finally took another slow step forwards in persistance. "Top o' th'mornin... cute doggeh." A lame comment he thankfully thought up on the spot. If he was too bold, she'd run too. "C'n I..... pet i'?" Again, he took another sheepish step forwards, slowly and surely closing the gap unnoticeably.

Aubrey scratched the back of her neck, giving away her unease at a man turning into a shark wanting to pet her dog. "Sure..." she said after a moment with a forced cheerfulness in her voice. She learned down and snatched up the wiggling mass of fur, holding it in her arms up to him. "His name's Ein.." she said after a moment, wondering offhandedly if the boy even knew who she was.

Tommy slowly draws the syringe full of drain-o out of his pocket and flicks off the cap with his thumb as he sees Alec about to make his move. Tommy hesitates the briefest of moments as Aubrey is aprehended. Alec's eyes, accusing, hateful...murderous, staring right at him.

.oO(Jesus...what the hell are we doing?) is all that he manages to think before the thought is wiped away and his hands go on autopilot to jab the needle into Aubrey's neck. He begins to speak quickly, with an unnaturally calm voice, "Dr. Lockhart, I presume? Listen to what I say and you won't die right here. The syringe in your neck has enough of a highly toxic chemical in it to kill you before you hit the ground. You try to run, we push the plunger. You resist, we push the plunger. You don't do what we say, we push the plunger. Do you understand? Don't nod your head, just speak: yes or no."

Alec's hand fell down to the needle that had been placed in Aubrey's neck, gingerly taking control over the weapon so that Tommy could direct him further. His other arm held firm around her midsection and the shark boy stared at Tommy, waiting for instruction. He'd let the bat-like man be the speaker.

"Trust me, they already know what's going on and I bet you Moreau is on his way down here as we speak," she said, not even bothering to hide the sneer in her voice.

She swallowed but looked up, scanning around for the nearly camera posted on a pole somewhere. "Moreau, please do something. They was to talk to you. Buzz them, and they may take me down with them." Better to be safe than sorry. She leveled and narrowed her eyes back on him. "You're not going to get away with this," she stated simply.