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Sabin noted with a grin at the flashing light that signified a call being placed from Duplex 70. Sabin had played over the tape of Richard's first transformation a couple of times since then, delighted to see one of his personal projects en route already. So many delightful eggs in baskets now.

And while there were several 'simple' mixtures of serums, this was the first other full combination serum since Zachary, though nowhere near as complex. It would certainly be an interesting, viable test to see how the psychological.. and of COURSE physical developments, went with this subject by comparison. It was almost a pity the extra ... additive that Moreau had implemented - it might add in extra variables to complicate matters and not make it as unbiased of an experiments.

Not that Sabin was complaining in any measure - Moreau choosing to use one of his directed combinations.... his "mythical" combinations was reward enough and a justification of his research with the man in charge. A proverbial green light for his projects. And that was priceless.

So it was with a genuine smile that Sabin patched through the call directly.

"Mr. Harrison, is it?" The French-accented voice called through the intercom. "How is it that I can help you today?"

Sabin glanced at the moniter, now switched to display the contents of Richard's duplex.

"Ahhh, yes, I am seeing that. Hard to get the little buggers under control at first, I would imagine?" He asked in an innocuous tone, rather contrary to the nature of the subject.

"It should be no problem to have a maintenance team out there to repair the damage.... in fact I am mildly surprised that one was not sent automatically. But you said there was something else on your mind?"

There was a small chuckle, "I shall take that as a compliment, I suppose. But you are correct. I patched you through when I saw the call was coming from your duplex. My name is Dr. Sabin Duvert, and I do not believe that we have had the pleasure of conversation until now."

There was a click, and then a previously unremarkable flat blank segment of the intercom panel lit up, a face resolving on what was now obviously a screen.

The face smiled, framed by long white hair and topped with a black tophat.

"Perhaps you have heard of me... perhaps not. But it is irrelevant. I would think that you will learn to control the tentacles more... though perhaps it will also be aided in future transformations as the neural pathways resolve themselves."

Sabin didn't even bother to repress the chuckles in response to the ... overeagerness of the tentacle. He watched the performance with an eager look in his eyes and a grin on his face.

"And you've done your research, I see. Interesting that I would have merited an investigation, however."

The focus of his eyes left the screen for a moment, and the tacking of nails on a keyboard could be heard before he looked back.

"Then again, it is your overenthusiastic journalism that got you here in the first place, I see. I'd chastize you for continuing the same sort of action that landed you in your current predicament.... but that would be rather hypocritical of me."

Sabin laced his fingers and sat back in his plush office chair.


"Non, I do not see you as a threat, Mr. Harrison, even with your new appendages. And curiousity is certainly a merit that I can sympathize with."

" I guess they didn't tell you that I had found 'employment elsewhere' when you were seeking an audience. And as esteemed as the halls of Harvard might be, it is nothing in comparison to the work being done here. While I may not have a background in the hard sciences, I'm a fast learner, and my... heart and insight is in the right place one might say. Besides, they need someone to keep the geneticists in line." The smug smile turned into an outright grin.

"well, perhaps if I were your normal Ivory tower professor, then I would say that this island would have very little to do with my research. However, perhaps you have seen some of my... personal projects around the island?"

Sabin was in high spirits. Speaking with one of those personal projects... Halloween right around the corner. Richard had managed to catch Sabin in a rare, chatty mood. Perhaps not as rare as one might think, but Sabin generally did not care to strike a rapport with the subjects.

"Zachary perhaps? Or maybe some of my newer endeavors." He waved his hand. "Though those I suppose will need time to reach their potential. Besides which, while genetecists can manipulate the strands of life and understand the body, it takes a very different sort of scientist to understand the mind."

Sabin reveled in the study of reactions, and so the widening of his eyes brought a satisfied smile to his face.

"Ooohh, you haven't met Zach yet? A pity. He's quite ... unmistakable. But there is a duplex listing if you decide to do a bit of investigative research, Mr. Harrison."

"Yes, his surname stood out to me as well, actually." Sabin remarked, though held himself from going into further detail. Zach's hand-picked selection was not something that he shared very readily.

"I do hope that you pay him a visit. He'd likely appreciate the company. And... your fate..?" An expression of mock disappointment found the doctor's face.

"You would have me ruin the surprise? After all, this might be your only chance in life to guess what sort of creature you are becoming. Not many people are given that opportunity at all. Though, I suppose you do have me at the teeth. Were I being more coy, I might say that a squid's beak might have an interesting intermediary stage, but I suppose that you wouldn't fall for that one, eh?"