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The K2 helicopter approached the island... the view was beautiful, the skies clear in the aftermath of the horrible storm yesterday. As the helicopter flew overhead a bird's eye view could be seen of the island, it's mountain, research lab, and huge mansion, in addition to the natural beauty.

The Helicopter touched down on the Helipad. Waiting there were four armed guards and a man in a sweater with red hair, fairly handsome he odviously was in charge of the guards.

"James! Ask the good man to step out of the helicopter" the red haired man said.

"Good luck man" the large man patted Pyroth on the back. The strong pat almost more of a nudge out the door on the side. "As long as you behave he shouldn't hurt you in anyway, not at first atleast."

"Welcome to my Island sir... I don't believe I know you, or why your here. But I intend to find out." a wide smile formed.

A serious expression played across Moreau's face. As the helicopter took off in the background.

"I am Dr. Nicholas Moreau, and you are?"

The four guard's expressions looked far more serious than even Moreau's as they each gave Pyroth a cold look.

"I see," said Moreau as he looked at Pyroth with eyes that almost said, "I don't believe you but I don't care."

"Either way, you'll need to come back to my facility, there are certain immuinizations you'll need since you'll be staying here till we can assertain the validity of your story."

"Come with me..." Moreau said as he turned towards a Jeep he had there. Along with the jeep there was a white van as well.

"You will be riding with them." Dr. Moreau motioned as the men lead Pyroth to the white van.

The van ride was uneventful, being hard to see or watch anything outside of it. After a short trip that was odviously full of bends and curves the back opened, the men waited for Pyroth to get out of the van. Almost no words were spoken between them.

Outside the van was a humongous lab facility, highlighted by the mountain that it rested against, an the ominous mansion that sat on the cliffside of said mountain. The entire area was fenced in and this didn't seem like some kind of cheap fence, this was meant to keep people out.

"Here we are" Moreau said politely, "you'll be comming up to the lab so we can give you your injections."

He nodded in the direction of a town that could be seen from outside the facility. "After that you'll be staying there, your room and board cared for, you will need to have regular check ups to make sure you are staying healthy." Moreau smiled and headed to the tallest of the lab buildings.

"Ahhh they are rare strains found only in this area." Dr. Moreau said as they continued to walk to the facility. "They are a requirement to stay on this island, which while we check your credentials and figure out where you need to go back to they are required."

Dr. Moreau continued to walk as Pyroth asked his last question. "If you resist the injections, and put my people at risk, these kind men and James will drop you where they found you. Whether or not you still have a boat floating there."

"Now come along... this won't take long at all." Moreau motioned as the guns were much more pointed at Pyroth now... the last question might have been a big mistake.

Moreau lead the guards, and thus Pyroth into a pristine clean lobby area of his largest lab. He walked towards the elevator quietly. It opened automatically as Moreau approached it, like a supermarket door almost but smoother. Moreau and the men led Pyroth into the elevator which closed behind them. "Floor 8" Moreau said distinctly as the buttonless elevator shot up.

After a moment, the door opened into a room with a large table that had straps on it. "Don't worry this won't take too long Mr. Ignatius..." he nodded to the table as Pyroth was strapped to it.

Moreau walked over to a cabnet and looked through it. "Native American descent eh?" looking at Pyroth as if it were a question as much as a statement.

"Red hair is odd though" Moreau smiled as he reached for a particular vial and inserted into the needle. The liquid was a blackish color that almost seemed to swirl.

Moreau walked over, squirted a bit at the tip out and then stuck it into Pyroth's arm. There was a burning sensation but then it faded.

"You may feel sort of odd tonight, but I assure you that will pass by tomorrow. These men will lead you out." As Pyroth was unstrapped by a guard, the guns pointed at him the entire time. "Someone should be at the village to fill you in, I hope you enjoy your stay here. In the meantime we will be looking up your name in the international databases and see about getting you home."

Moreau smiled a wicked smile as Pyroth was lead into the elevator and out of the facility.

Through some miracle or another, Pyroth found his way to the "villiage" that the doctor had mentioned, as promised, someone was waiting to lead him to his new home for the next while. He received the usual rant on living expectations of the area and headed inside. To say the room was bleak was an understatement, it contained nothing but the barest of essentials and a bed.

Pyroth hated beds. At home he slept on his well-cleaned floor on top of a scattering of very soft pillows, preferring that to the entrapment he felt beneath sheets. Still, he supposed, he might''nt need the sheets in this tropical heat. That was the one plus, he noted, the heat, it reminded him irresistably of home on the cliffs and although a little more humid than he would like, beggers couldn''t be choosers.

Still, at least the search he had expected never really came, that was one overwhelming plus. All about his clothing he was still armed sufficiently to kit this room out with resources from the surrounding jungle. In fact, if there was a beach nearby he told himself, he might even be able to retreive his backup kit which was sent on ahead of his boat in underwater transport pod. It would still respond to the controller in his pocket...hopefully.

If it did, he would have his basic belongings back, as well as a change of clothes and such.

However, currently Pyroth was feeling a little woozy and the prospect of heading out into the midday sun was not making him feel any better. A rest, he felt was very much in order, he would look around later when the sun had set and the temperature intensity had calmed down. He was still tired from the events of the previous night, and, casting off his shirt, he placed it on top of the chest of drawers and lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling above him, the only sound being the faint hum of those insects daring enough to brave the heat. As he lay there, his vision seemed to flicker and dance before his eyes, until he nodded off.

Having gone to sleep of his own accord, Pyroth didn''t notice the gas that made sure he stayed fast asleep, and the monitoring device injected while he dreamt merely influenced his mind towards thoughts of a time when similar things had happened.

Once again he was spread-eagle on an operating table, his arms and legs bound fast. However, this time he was not a full grown man but merely a child. Noting his predicament in the detached way only dreams could, he knew at once that he was dreaming of Ryong''s department in the K building. This was when he had received his barcode wasn''t it? Labelled as just another fancy of science, an excuse to experiment on different and rare genes. He had been so scared then, paralysed but aware as they burned agony into his shoulder.

Then his dream seemed to skip. Without warning he was home, on the deserted plains at night, the dust bowl stretched ahead of him, the moon overhead. There was nothing around him but cacti and a solitary gecko, at least not for a time. Then, without warning, a wolf-like creature dashed in front of him, teeth bared. It was a coyote, he noticed, and not a dissimilar one, it was the one he killed all those years ago, and as he watched, it''s expression shifted to the faces of some of those he had killed in his line of work. Of course, seeing a coyote morph to human and back again wasn''t the least bit unnerving in a dream. Then, it returned to it''s true and feral form and lunged.

Pyroth ran for it, the only course of action he could take in this semi-lucid dream, feeling the movements of the coyote behind him, ever gaining as his sandals slipped in the sand. For a moment he seemed to be running on sand coloured water and he stopped, terrified, as the nausea that always accompanied swimming overcame him, and in that instant the coyote leapt, sinking electrical fangs into the back of his neck.

Pyroth yelled out loud in his sleep and the scientist took quite a fright, but then reassured that his subject was asleep, finished up what he was doing and left.

The red haired man slept on, trapped in that artificial limbo between drug-induced sleep and waking, fitful and restless.