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Jordan’s slumbering body rode on an endorphin high. Every component of his physical being felt so wonderful! A tide of bliss had washed over him from the time he’d left the states till now, wherever here and now were. He’d been sleeping so restfully, unaware of his surroundings, dreaming pleasantly in euphoric rapture. With a mighty, grunting yawn, his mind drifted towards consciousness. Appendages stretched to the four winds in stiffness, eliciting further grunting groans. The change of scenery had not yet registered in Jordan’s hazy mind as his eyelids fluttered open in bliss-laden stupor.

Darkness transitioned to bright and blurry without warning. Jordan winced at the pain of opening his eyes, inhaling a teeth-gritted breath of disapproval. The back of his left hand rubbed across his eyes trying to focus skewed vision. Sensory intoxication made his head throb. He sat up slowly, propped on his elbows, blanket sliding down his torso piled in his lap.

“Nnnnnngh…” he muttered incoherently.

It was difficult to think. Jordan wanted to recall what had happened. He felt the same way he had after anaesthesia. That groggy, hangover feeling clung to him as he began to panic. His heartbeat raced not knowing where he was. Without thinking, he stepped off the bed and collapsed on the floor. His legs gave out in his uncoordinated state, landing on hands and knees. He reached blindly, shaking out his head, grasping for the bed he’d fallen from. Slamming his hand into the bed, he yelled, sitting up on his knees as he held onto and rubbed his left hand.

The world came into focus. That jolt of pain shook him out of the haze. His eyesight was clearing, hearing returning as well. He glanced all about him, pulling himself back onto the bed. The last thing he remembered… the last thing he remembered… was… being on a small charter plane… or was it a helicopter…? He honestly could not recall! It was frustrating that his recollection was on the fritz. Jordan pulled himself back up onto the bed and sat. He needed to clear his head and figure out what was going on. Maybe he’d taken something to settle him down. He’d never flown before, perhaps he’d taken a sedative to keep himself from freaking out. Yes, that seemed highly logical and so it answered that question. Concentrating, he slumped forward, resting his chin in his cupped hands, elbows rested on his knees.

It came to him after a few minutes. There had been an incident at Feral Labs, involving him and a higher-ranking co-worker. He’d followed the orders of his superior, not one to question chain of command and they were busted mid-process. His employment could have been terminated on the spot –and by all rights would have in any other corporation; instead, he was being transferred to Feral’s Caribean branch, at least that’s what he’d been told. There, he would attend their employee re-education seminar. There he would learn to become a better, more loyal employee. It was suddenly coming together and making sense, panic and frustration aleved.

Getting his bearings, he rose carefully, steadying himself on the bed and ventured outside. The climate wasn’t anything he hadn’t lived in all his life, having been born and raised in Tampa, Florida, however, the scenery was something else. Jordan went wide-eyed, breathlessly wording ‘Wow…”

Gallen like every other day for the past week sat in a chase lounge, he had dragged from the beach area, reading his book DUNE. The damn thing was long but interesting. Beside him sat a bag of comics, which he had received that morning without any explanation, it seemed the lab techs were trying to win him over. Either way they got everything he normally read, but goofed on the series of Spider-Man.

A week earlier he was back in New York prepping to transfer to a new job in Florida, where he might be able to get a better lead on his sisters disappearances. Yet this new Job he now realized was set up by Feral to get him out of the city and into there clutches, so they could quietly make him vanish.

He sat there reading until he saw the young man who was in what seemed to be scrubs appeared.

"aye lackey, this wha ye call efficent service!?" he held up the issue of Spider man, "You kidnap me, then buy me muh comics, yet you screw up on the series of Spider Man."

Gallen would usually not care over something like this, but these bums kidnapped him and now wanted to kiss and make up. He would be damned to let in to there plan. They wanted to quiet him on the radio, well they were not going to quiet him here.

Gallen looked at the young man blankly; it was as if a cat had got his tong. As the sea breeze blew through his hair, causing the spike front to blow like wheat in a field, the young Irish American smiled,

"Jobs? Seminar? So that is du lie they tell ye. Ah apologies for du rudeness."

Gallen eyed him, his smile faded quickly, "So ye are a lackey for em eh, what, ye patrolling de grounds ti make sure all de folk e‘er are behaving." Gallen then stopped, he had not seen any lab techs outside the fortified lab, so this poor guy actually maybe one of there own who they decide to experiment on.

"Tell me what Lab ye belong to and where ye staying, in du Lab or in a duplex?"

Gallen pulled down his sunglasses and looked at the hand then at him. Oh great this guy is another, so that is how Marou is doing it.

"Well ah doubt ye will be missed, pretty much ave free rule e’re. Names Gallen Marcuss, fan ‘o the radio? May ave heard ‘o me, FireBoomer Marcuss ‘o the radio station The Cry." He shook the young mans hand and smiled at him.

"So the lie they fed ye was that dis is a training facility, well ah guess it is to a degree, though ah am not sure for what."

Man this guy was in total denial, well some folks take it that way, Gallen thought as He listened to the young man. What is with the reprimanding and seminar stuff, ah take it you use to work for some group connected to Feral?" He looked out to the sea, "Ah doubt ye will be ‘eading home anytime soon, in fact ah think you and ah and de others e’re are all prisoners." He looked back at Jordan and smiled, “Ah been e'er a week but ah have learned from some de local color that we are stuck e’re and are part ‘o some experiment." He lowered his eyes, he sort of had an idea what it was after meeting Cody and Ambrose, sort of, hell he knew, just could not except they were going to be changed from common humans to animal by the basterd doctor. That they had all already been injected with the first stage of the change and in time would start to sprout the characteristics of what ever animal the doctors here had chosen as there fate.

"Ye can always swim naked." Gallen smirked at the idea finding it funny and wondering if this guy was gullible enough to do it. He was not a mean person but found Jordan amusing. But he liked this guy.

Gallen sighed, got up and approached the young man and grabbed his arm the same arm he and everyone was injected in, pulling up his sleeve and firmly, but being gentle pressed the are where he was the skin was irritated. "there ye where injected with a serum like everyone e’re. You work for Feral ye say so ah am surprised dye do not know about it. They a’ve been bring people here as ah have gathered for this experiment. Sigh but alas no need to worry, if ye want to let lose go ahead, ah am fine if ye go swim naked, we are guys noting ah have not seen already. Besides many o us came here unprepared, like ah said many o us were taken and brought e’re against our will.”

he sigh as he let go and went back to sit, he was not ready to admit to himself let alone tell someone else that they were going to be changing into creatures.

Gallen blushed, this guy was cute. He coudl not belive he thought that. He soon leaned back into the chair and tried to read, "So Yer From Florida, did ye know a Heather Marcuss?"

Watchign the trim young man made Gallen want to swim too, but with another guy, he shook off the thought.