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Vasile was cooling off from his morning run. Taking deep, controlled breaths of air, he leaned down, putting his hands on his knees, and began to try and cool down. He walked into the water of the ocean- the feel of the foam on his bare feet felt good over his hot skin. Unlike stateside beaches, Vasile foudn he could run barefoot without having to worry about broken glass every other step. Sure there was still dirftwood and rocks, but he could generally aviod those. In truth, being barefoot just felt so much better to him now. He toenails were long and comfortable in his shoes.

He looked out over the horizon, breathing in the calming beauity of the ocean, when he spotted something. Was that... could it be...

Oh. My. God. A boat.

His heart jumped in his chest and for several moments he didn't know what he should do. Alert the otheres? Try to start a fire? Oh, his life for a flaire gun right about now.

"HEY!" Yes, he knew they couldn't hear him, but its reactionary.

Vasile becan to scream and wave his hands, jumping up and down.

And for the first time in his life, he did something similar to praying.

Meanwhile, back in the monitering room of the laboratory facility, Sabin was leaned back in the big plush chair and keeping his eyes on the moniters. Ironically, he mused to himself, this was one of the only places on the Island that wasn't being monitered.

Sabin had only recently got up, staying up late the night before to have the final iteration of the serum ready for Moreau today. And it was done, finally. Sabin was a bit annoyed that this one - the first full test drive of his own combination serum had been taken out of his hands... following under Moreau's direction for what he was looking to do with the serum - he had already hand-picked the target, who would be arriving soon. Admittedly.... this would be a perfect test-drive of it - starting a subject out from square one with it.... and would hopefully open up the opportunity to let Sabin have full control of the next one - after he made sure it worked. That and he unfortunately hadn't completed the serum that allowed him to specify what features went where... so he would have time to finalize that.

Sabin was sleepily contemplating his plans, when his eyes caught on movement on one of the moniters, causing him to simultaneously sit bolt-upright and spit out his coffee. "********!" He exclaimed, as he saw a rather snazzy-looking boat motering dangerously close to the Island.... Punching a few buttons he got a closer look..... only to pale as he saw a HUGE telephoto lens on board.

Sabin took a couple breaths, calming down. Okay, this wasn't too bad. Not really - it could be good. It was too late for the young woman, though.

Picking up the tiny walkie-talkie, Sabin punched the code for whichever of the upper level faculty was listening. "Code 36!! Code 36!! Abandoning monitering stations and proceeding to Quadrent JI46. Dispatch a runner to sector on my orders to aquisition the vehicle."

Jumping out of his chair, Sabin, now fully awake, slipped on his flip-flops and started jogging to the jeep.

"Help? With what? I'm not exactly interested in doing much... besides exposing your fake death" she called back believing he was one of the few there. She wasn't quite close enough to see his desperation was authentic, and not just a part of whatever movie she thought was being filmed. Oooo her editor would love this one, she could see the dollar signs now and the headline with her byline 'Vasile DiRossi Exposed!'

Vasile stopped, his eyes widening. "DEATH? They say I'm DEAD?!?!" His blood ran cold and he planted his hands on his hips, a look of utter shock on his face. "Those rat-bastards! They set this up! I knew it!" He kicked hard into the sand.

Oh, who the ******** cares. THere was a boat. "Hey.. hey don't go anywhere! I'm going to go get Ambrose! You have to save us!"

Who was this Ambrose she wondered to herself as her mind skimmed for a Ambrose who might have been missing of late. She didn't reply to the actor as she thought, not even as he told her to stay. Well there was an Ambrose who was a hiker... but thats all she could think of, most of her non hollywood thoughts still back in the UK.

Vasile was basically rocking on the balls of his feet. "Please stay, I'll be RIGHT BACK!" Vasile turned tail and hit a dead run back towards the village.

Aubrey followed Sabin out of the vehicle, but stayed behind and let him do the talking. He was more charismatic than she was. So she just stayed back and gave a friendly smile.

Sabin eyed the camera warily, instinctively lifting a hand to shield himself from it. As per his usual when he didn't have any particular reason to dress differently, Sabin was wearing loud, clashing touristy tropical clothing, his white hair messily tied back into a ponytail.

She was a journalist then.... but following on what hints, praytell... Sabin thought to Vasile's meeting with her. Sabin was well aware of the cover that they were spreading shoreside as to his disappearance. She would be more anxious, he pondered, and less friendly if she knew the true nature of the facilities and likewise how well guarded it was. "Clever... clever" He mused. "Well, we've got a big project going on as I'm sure you can imagine.... Vasile's been wonderful. So... the journalists heard first, eh?" He fished. "Well... how about this.. why don't you follow us back to the facilities... and we'll talk about an exclusive. Sign some paperwork as far as release information. This can be big." HE grinned.