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Sabin patted the big guy on the shoulder as he climbed in to the driver's seat and put the car in gear, starting off down the narrow dirt road towards the laboratories.

"Oh just one! It's a combination vaccine of the couple diseases that have been floating around. It's nothing big - small needle and all that." He winked at the guy, inwardly surprised that a big boxer such as he would be anxious around needles.

The trees of the jungle seemed to be pressing in to either side of the road - so close that it seemed that if you reached your arm out of the vehicle you might be able to grab some of the leaves. The smell of sea air was prevalent during the drive in the open vehicle, and sounds of birds and monkeys were audble as the car bumped along the unpaved road.

"As I'm sure they told you, the owner of the Island, a Dr. Moreau, is a rather eccentric individual. He doesn't like to leave, but is a huge Boxing fan. So he decided to set up a private series of matches here. There are others here as well for a variety of reasons, some vacationers... some friends of his... and so forth. But you're welcome to socialize if you want."

Sabin slapped his forehead. "I'm so sorry! Where are my manners. I'm Sabin. Sabin Duvert." He smiled, taking his eyes off the road for a moment to extend a hand.

They were approaching to another cut-off of the jungle- obviously clear-cut as the treeline stopped abruptly with a huge gated fence with a logo that said "Feral Labs" with a Wolf's head on it that swung open as they drived through to park in a small lot with only a few other cars.

The facility was a huge sprawling building of concrete, glass and steel.

Sabin pulled the car into the lot and got out, opening the door for Chubbs.

"You're more of a guest." He smiled. "While you're of course getting paid for the match, until then we're putting you up, and you can help yourself in the cafeteria. Until the match - which we'll give your more information on shortly - you can take things at your own pace."

He started to walk towards the big double glass doors before pausing and turning. "Oh, and you can leave your things in the jeep. We'll take them from here to your room after we take care of things here."

Sabin walked into a lavish, plush waiting room of leather and wood, not stopping as he continued on to a door in the back that led to a long sterile hallway. It was obvious that this facility was primarily a research lab.

"This will only take a few minutes, I promise" Sabin said apologetically. "Necessary precaution, of course." He commented, leading past a few doors till they got to an elevator bay that opened automatically after a few moments.

Stepping in and holding the door open for Chubbs, Sabin waited until he was in before calling out "Floor 8".

"So, have you ever been in the Caribbean before?" He smiled to the big man. "We've got some beautiful beaches here. Away from all the tourists - no broken glass or anything to worry about."

Sabin chuckled as the elevator doors slid closed soundlessly and began traveling up after a lurch.

"Well, now's your chance, then, if you want to. We've got great swimming, and even some reefs if you want to go snorkeling. Course, you guys have that in Australia as well.." Sabin said, consideringly.

"But, nonetheless, we're here now, and you have about a week and a half until your fight is scheduled." Sabin grinned as the elevator door opened to what looked like a large, white and chrome doctor's office.

"Take a seat" he said gesturing to one of the chairs as Sabin walked to a cabinet that was filled with small labeled medical jars.

Sabin finally found what he was looking for - a small bottle with a lot of text on it, and with a red label, unlike many of the white-labeled bottles.

Pulling a small plastic-wrapped needle out of the drawer underneath the cabinet, he unwrapped it and stuck the tip through the plastic top, filling the needle with the reddish liquid inside.

Putting the empty container in another cabinet, he walked back towards Chubbs.

"No, it should just pinch for a moment, but your arm might ache for the rest of the evening. Do you have a preference which arm I use?" He asked, pausing with the needle in hand as casually as it might be a comb.

Sabin chuckled and nodded. "No problem at all. My lips are sealed." He laughed inward at a completely separate joke.

"And it goes in the back of your arm - usually hurts less there - I don't need to find a vein."

Sabin rubbed an alcohol-soaked cotton swab along the back of Chubb's tricep near his left shoulder, and stuck the needle in. There was a sharp pinch as the liquid began to travel into his arm, and then the warm, tight feeling spread along his arm to his fingertips, and then to his chest.

Sabin withdrew the needle quickly, and tossed it into a recepticle. "All done!" He announced, clapping his hands together.