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Whether or not Billy wanted company, he was getting it.

Jamal had left the scene of murder as quickly as he could, determined to not let his 'prize' be pulled from his hands, and was searching the jungle a place he KNEW was secure. He had to find a place to hide the chip until he could find someone with computer knowledge...someone like Kim, perhaps. She was a gamer though and that hardly meant she knew anything about the workings of a complex device such as that which was clamped firmly in one palm.

"I can't believe they didn't stop 'er," he said loudly as he chuckled to himself as he skirted the edge of the lake, hardly glancing around to see who was about. "Them ********' docs....puttin' s**t in our necks. Hah. Ain't no secret now....goddammit, now if I knew what da ******** this thing be..."

He paused, turning the chip over between his fingers again. This thing HAD to be something important. But what?

Jamal's ears pulled forward as his attention was drawn from the small pill-sized object to the lump of fleshy blue-colored rubber massed in, for all appearances, in a pile of writhing tentacles. A flicker of distaste echoed across his features as the tiger man growled flatly, recognizing the voice before he recognized the body.

"How many ********' tiger bastards you know?" he grunted irritably as he slowed his walking, sucking in a breath as he caught telltale odors of alcohol on the wind. "Damn, they sure got you all ******** up, ain't they? Can't run away from me now, I bet. Not that I got any reason ta now. I got otha' things ta worry 'bout."

The tiger man smirked, pinching the electronic device between index and thumb as he rubbed it against his chest as though to shine it like some sort of exotic gem.

Jamal gave an appreciative snort at the first comment. "There's ******** up 'n' then there's ******** up," he said, indicating the bottle in Billy's grasp first, then the octo-man in his entirety the second time. "n' hell NAW, I ain't gonna eat ya. Ya ********' kiddin' me? Man, if I wanted ta eat, I'da chomped on dat ********' rabbit girl's carcass 'bout twenty minutes ago. It'd still been warm...'n' less nasty. Ain't half bad from wha' I tasted. I wonda' what they gonna do to dat crazy wolf chick now...." The latter was an added ramble, not expecting Billy to offer an answer. Hell, the octopus man was probably too drunk to ask questions.

The tiger man eyed the bottle in the other man's possession with a thoughtful stare and pursed his feline lips. Might as well ask.

"Ya know anythin' 'bout computers? 'o' maybe jus' electronics?"

"Well ********, I don't know nuthin' 'bout ya...figgered I'd ask." Jamal gave a flippant wave of his empty hand, still giving the water bottle a stare. Water his a**...if that was water, Jamal was Princess of Alaska. "I got a lil' bit o'va myst'ry herr." The tiger briefly flashed the chip where Billy could get a decent, if not somewhat rushed, look.

"Any idea what this is? Dat crazy wolf chick ripped it outta her neck..." Jamal mimiced reaching back and clawing at the nape of his neck with his claws. "Ya missed a show. If yer as crazy as I figger, you'da liked watchin' da chaos. Da wolf girl changed real fast 'n' went ********' nuts. Chomped on some rabbit-lookin' chick b'fo da wolf girl freaked 'n' tore out da back part o' 'er own neck...then mo' o' less tore out da rabbit chick's throat afta'wards."

He shrugged, looking indifferent about it for the most part, though the fur on his bare neck and back did prickle at the tiger's feeling of pleasure over watching the whole thing. The rabbit deserved it...it should have known better than to get near a predator.

"I mean, I got a idear what it might be...but..." He shrugged, letting that hang before pointing at the water bottle as an afterthought.

"Water's free, so maybe you wouldn't mind sharin' in dat case, hm? I shared, now you share."

Jamal curled a lip but produced the small, smooth bodied object in the curve of his palm while extending the other paw-like hand for the water in exchange.

"Gotta be somethin' fo' da docs...'cause I ain't neva' heard of no one wit' sum'thin' like dat in their neck of their own cause. It's ********' electronic. Was makin' flesh 'n' blood smoke from da looks of it."

"NO."

Jamal's fuse was shorter than it had ever been...apparently this was a permanent change in his behavior and most would agree. He clamped his jaws shut and took a deep breath to fend off the ugly, flaring irritation that threatened to ruin his attempt at squirreling up some help. Without asking, Jamal took a gulp from the 'water' bottle, then handed it back roughly as he rescused the device from the increasingly careless tentacles. The tiger swallowed, composed his thoughts, and then started to speak again. His words were slow and deliberate, hopefully without accent enough to make sense for the damn drunk.

"Dat came from the WOLF GIRL. Pulled righ' from her neck. From here." Jamal unshealthed his index claw and reached around to jab Billy in the back of the neck. "She's onna us. Was human but ain't no more. She KILLED the rabbit girl."

"She went nuts 'n' jus' started tearin," Jamal said impatiently. "Kept goin' 'til she started bleedin' real bad, then pulled it out wit' a hunk o' skin and meat." Jesus christ, how many times did he have to say it?!

"Ya think it's the chip? THE chip? Dat ********' BUZZA' chip?" Jamal had thought maybe...but...it looked so easy to remove. Why hadn't it been come up with sooner? Perhaps the unsure location of said electronics had stopped attempts before. But really now, what could stop them now?