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James, for the most part, remained stony during the helicopter ride. Whether he was lost in his own thoughts, found the silence a better way of dealing with the stodgy old woman, or had his tongue cut out - no indication as to the reasoning of the man's stoic silence was given during the entire ride.

One small blessing was a smoothe touchdown - not that Barbra was necessarily any judge on aircraft - and with the frazzled cats even a smooth touchdown was enough to send them into a yowling fit.

However, as soon as the blades overhead stopped whirling, the cockpit door was opened, the smiilng face of a man with long white hair. He was bedecked in somber, out of date clothing, and a tophat.

"Mrs. Pucket, welcome to the Feral Laboratores Pet Resort..." He glanced at the mewling crates. "And.... welcome to all of your friends as well.."

Sabin had made a very conscious decision in choosing his more archaic dress today. While it did indeed feel comfortable, and was his preference on any given day of the week, meeting an older lady had just secured the decision in his mind.

And while he had started out acting generally friendly - hell - he was actually in a good mood in the aftermath of the successful final change of Zachary earlier in the week - the smile turned wry at the inititation of the nagging from the woman.

He subconsciously brushed the hair off his shoulder and to the back. He liked his hair, thank you very much. One of the few 'fashion' - often fashion mistakes - that Sabin was particularly partial to.

He carefully took the cat cages from the woman as they were passed: one, then the next, then the next... before long Sabin was precariously balancing the cages. The cats in the cages, during this procedure, were NONE too pleased. Mrowls, hisses, and other irritated cat noises joined Sabin's surprised expression as cage after cage came out of the plane.

Her file said she had cats. It didn't quite mention how MANY cats she had brought. It made a mention to a pet hoarder, but he had thought more had been taken away... or at least not joined her on the island.

"Well, I'm just happy that it is still thick enough to wear at this length." Sabin said offhandedly. Was it a boast, or a jab..?

The toothy smile and sparkle in his eye was ambiguous.

"Regardless!" He changed topics to distract her from that tangent. "I think you'll like it here, Mrs. Pucket. There are plenty of other animal-people here." He couldn't resist.

Sabin loaded the crates into the back seat of the jeep, making sure that they were secure enough not to get jumbled amongst eachother during the sure to be bumpy ride back to the laboratories.

"Well, be sure that we won't remove you from your precious kitties." Sabin said sardonically, but paired with a teasing grin as he escorted the woman to the passenger's seat.

"Well, your family would be positively green with envy if they knew how good of a time you were going to have here, Ms. Pucket. You're in for a real experience here. And if you just want to stay in your room, than that is fine with us. But! Before we release you to your island paradise, we will need to give you a basic innoculation up at the labs." He gave her one of his winning grins.

Sabin wrinkled his nose at the cage that this "Fluffy" resided in. Perhaps he wasn't holding it after all... or perhaps the cat just needed a bath something fierce. Regardless, the felines had been on a very long air trip today, and would stayin the back of the jeep until Ms. Pucket arrived in her duplex.

"Sabin saw to it that the elderly woman was buckled in herself before coming around to the driver's seat and strapped in, turning the ignition.

"We'll be done before you know it."

And with that, he set off towards the labs... driving more... rationally than the white-haired doctor often did. Barbra did not know it, but Duvert was showing her a rare kindness, perhaps a sentiment to her old age.

"You'll be sleeping like a baby within the hour." He smiled genially.


And it wasn't a long drive - perhaps fifteen minutes - before the jungle fell away before a great gate with the Feral Labs logo emblazoned across it. It opened like an automatic door to reveal a building shining in the sun - the mirrored windows reflecting back the Carribbean sky,

"And here we are. Your cats should be fine in the jeep until we get back, and then we'll get you all settled into your bungalow. It's an open jeep, and while it IS December, you won't find a milder december anywhere you look."

"But it won't, so you needent threaten." Sabin finished her sentance before she was able to.

The ride over Sabin gritted his teeth through her backseat driving. After a while, he intentionally hit a pothole now and then, but still spared the woman his signature bat-out-of-hell driving.

But now they were in the parking lot and he helped her out of the vehicle gentlemanly. "We're going to take a trip up into the fancy labs and get you a not-so-fancy vaccination." He winked.

"After me!" He turned with a fluorish and started walking into the labs. The doors opened by themselves in greeting of the eccentric doctor.

He led her through a plush lobby with a lovely view of a tropical beach without giving it a second look, and down a sterile hospital hallway to an elevator.

"Going up." He said with a devilish look. After she joined him on the elevator he added "Floor Eight." And the elevator sprung to life.

Sabin chuckled, as if her comment had been a joke.

"I like my hair just the way it is. I have had it like this for a very long time and I am not prone to change." He smiled cryptically. "But I would suppose that we're both in the same boat as far as that is concerned."

He watched as the elevator rose higher, the width of his smile expanding all the while. "But every now and then... a change can do you good..." Ah, he loved his job sometimes.

He ran a hand through his hair again, absently securing it back with a band before doing the medical part. "But a buzz cut? Never been much for the military." He shook his head with a smile.

The elevator dinged open into a sophisticated lab room, and once again, he led the way.

"You may take a seat as you like, I'll be just a moment. He excused himself as he walked over to the locked shelves that housed the vials. Ahhh, the other part of his job that he loved. This woman had no predesignated serum, so he got to play God.

At that comment, however, Sabin scowled. "Queer hippy? Ma'am, I assure you that I am neither of those things."

But Sabin was quickly distracted by a new bottle on the shelf, with a completely different colored label. He plucked it from its position in the front and squinted at the label.

It had to be a mistake.... right?

Then he remembered Moreau's personal projects... and of the slow-acting special experiment that was Ms. Nguyet, and his eyes began to sparkle. While his serums were conglomerations to yield a result, this was no combination - this was the genuine article... and while perhaps the creature in question was not quite so... magical... it still held a wonder to it - a beast that no man had laid eyes on - that was a subject of awe for boys of all ages. A creature that appealed to the love of monsters...

He was filling the needle without even bothering to access the rest of the vials of the shelf, and once again Sabin's humor was restored.

"If you would just roll up your sleeve, then?" He said readying a cotton swab and flicking the air bubbles out of the needle.