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Tommy just smiles at Aubrey and her cliched threat. All the while his mind warred with itself at what he was doing. "We'll see, ma'am...we'll see."

As they began walking, Tommy calls out in his bellowing command voice he saves for calling out orders in parades and threatening a mad doctor with his lover's life.
"MOREAU! YOU HAVE FIFTEEN MINUTES TO GET DOWN HERE BY YOURSELF! AND I THINK WE ALL KNOW THE CONCEQUENCE IF YOU DON'T!"

Moreau was furious to say the least. He couldn't believe those brats would do something like this. It hadn't taken long for the man he had on the "Aubrey-cam" in his own personal lab to shout for him. They hadn't seen this comming, how could he have such incompetitent help.

They were all useless, each and every one of them. Moreau stared at the situation trying to think of a way to handle it. His brain racing over different senarios. He had to give them credit, this was smart, his normal methods of buzzing them down turned against him.

They seemed to be waiting for him right now though, he rushed to his cabnit and pulled their files as he continued to think. Pacing around he room angerly. He headed downstairs towards the jeep, radio in hand. He'd have to work out a solution on the way.

Tommy grins wryly, "Why ma'am, If I tell you, then it wouldn't be a surprise. Besides, I'd be more worried about your crazy sonofabitch friend getting here in...oh...say about fourteen minutes now." He inspects his watch before looking around, "Come now, doctor! Time's a'wastin'!"

An idea started forming in Moreau's mind. But was it possible... theoretically it should be, if he had a clear understanding of the technology. Moreau flipped open the cell phone-like radio. "Yes, I need the supervisor of the programing teams. And anyone who is on that team and off right now... I need them on duty... five minutes ago."

Moreau drove towards the location that Alec and Tommy were at right now. He only hoped it could be done, and also could be done in time.

Tommy chuckles at Aubrey's comment, though it is obviously there is no humor in it. (Whether from his hate for the island or for himself is debatable) However, his smirk persists, "I wouldn't be so rash to think this is a ruse, Dr. Lockheart. If you look at this through a behavioral science standpoint, ma'am, you'd have to take into account the animals we are becoming. A shark and a vampire bat. Mix those with the behavior of most criminals on death row...which, is what this place is...and you get...well, you do the math."

Tommy keeps his eyes on the road ahead of him. He stays close enough to Alec and Aubrey to help his shark accomplice in case anything goes awry, but far enough away to let Moreau know he is the one to talk to.

As Moreau drives up, Tommy traces the outline of the other object in his pocket: a shiv. Crude, yes...functional? You'd better believe it. .oO(Holy hell...) Blood pounds at Tommy's ears as his heartrate begins to rise and butterflies begin to raise havoc in his stomach.

Moreau had taken care of what he'd wanted to on the way. Threatening to put them on the other side of the fence or worse. Even as he approached the group he was getting the final confirmation while he was still out of their hearing range "So it's taken care of... excellent. This had better work, for your sake as well."

Moreau shut down the jeep and stepped out. "You wanted to see me?" he said putting on a smug air of confidence. Of course... if this didn't work, that was all going to change.

Zach wandered back from the field, hatless and flustered. He hardly looked where he was going until the distinctive sound of a car engine broke the silence. In every case, that was a bad sound, a very bad one. And tracing the sound to where it was coming from, there was no doubt that something bad was happening.

He moved slowly, quietly, though his tail wouldn't stop swishing across the ground and kicking up dirt. He ended up some good feet away from the spectacle. Two people who looked completely unfamiliar (islanders, by the look of them), and two who were sadly familiar from three months before. It was a damn good thing they were off by the low number duplexes - he could make a getaway to his own without being stopped. But there was something off about what was going on that seemed strangely off to him... and the grey pointy-faced guy was sticking a needle in Aubrey's neck.

He inched closer, curiousity overriding any other more sensible thoughts.