It was an average day at the plumber HQ. Well, about as average as a secret underground galactic police agency can get, that is. It was the year nine-teen-ninety-six. One of Vilgax's smugglers was caught with unlabled cargo, and seeing as how Vilgax is a wanted war criminal, all packages in and out of his territory are to be confiscated as evidance. Agent Maxwell Tennyson was attempting to open the high security bio-lock container, wich means that whatever's inside is alive.

Max finally broke the code and took a look inside. He did a double take. A triple take. His eyes widened as he realized he wasn't seing things.

"What is it, Max? We're all waiting!" Called one of the younger plumbers.

"It's just a baby." Answered Max. "Just a little baby boy, with red hair. No older than a year or two."

Proffesor Ozzin-Grey, a thin, blackhaired man with an even blacker heart, fought his way forward with a syringe in his hand and a sadystic smile on his face.

"May I take a blood sample, Tennyson? Merely so I can pinpoint his original DNA complex." Asked Ozzin.

Max glared at the sadyst. "You better not give that baby anemia, Ozzin." Growled the decorated plumber.

"Of course not. Why would I harm such a promising test sub... I mean, possible plumber in training?" Asked the man of "science."

"Get it over with. I want to know what species that baby is, ASAP. I have two grandchilderen on the way, and I refuse to miss that." Said the soon to be Grandpa Max.

"Very well, then." Said Ozzin, taking a small amount of blood from the sleeping baby boy. He put the blood through a DNA coder, and raised an eyebrow at the resaults.

"What is it, Ozzin?" Asked Max.

"It's strange. Half of the DNA here is definately human, but the other half is unknown, even to me. It appears to be closely related to Loboan DNA, but there are drastic differances in the two. I think we're looking at a brand new species that we have never seen before." Answered Ozzin, looking at the boy with interest. Then, Ozzin turned his head to raise an eyebrow at Max.

"No, you can't dissect him." Max answered the unasked question.

"I do not wish to dissect him, (Though I wish I had asked if I could earlier.). I merely wish to keep the boy under extended observation."

"We don't even know what species he is. How do we know your "extended observation" won't kill him?" Asked Max.

"We don't. That is the purpose of testing." Ozzin pleaded. He sighed. "Fine. If I swear that no bodily harm will come to him, will you allow me to keep him?"

Max sighed. "Fine. You can have your little science project. But if I see one bruise, scar, or any kind of blemish that is not from him being a happy child, then I'm yanking your medical liscense. Understand?"

"I am not an idiot, Tennyson."

"Prove it."

The two men glared at eachother, nearly bucking heads.

"What are we going to call his species?" Asked one of the young plumbers.

"Varcolac." Said Ozzin-Grey, as if everyone should know what this means. Ozzin sighed. "It's Romanian for werewolf."

"You're Romanian?" Asked Max.

"Da, da eu sunt." (Yes, yes I am.)

Max shook his head at the unknown sentance. "What about his name?" Asked Max.

Ozzin shrugged. "You found him, you name him."

Max thought for a momant, before snapping his fingers. "Loup Lykos." Said Max. "They're the same word, (wolf), in two differant languages."

"Than, that shall be his name." Said Ozzin, suspiciosly agreeing with Max.

"Uhm, Agent Maxwell Tennyson?" Asked a young aid.

Max raised his hand, still glaring at Ozzin. The girl handed him a phone, and after a couple of seconds of listening to it, Max broke out into a huge grin.

"I'll be right there!" He shouted. "I have to go everyone! My grandkids are on the way!" Max ran to the exit and stopped to point and glare at Ozzin. "Take care of that baby, you quack." Max said, before leaving.

"As if he were my own, Tennyson." Said Ozzin-Grey, watching the baby sleep, before whisperin: "As if he were my son."