Me: Because of your love of my story and commitment to reviews, I have resolved to write more. I'm on spring break, but it's my last day today, so I won't be able to update as much. I'll try!

Genis: You could update even more if you would let ME work on that time machine.

Me: Grrr... NO!

I get sparked by a wire

Me: AAAAH!!! HELP ME!!!!

Genis and I switch spots.

Me: Phew. Ok. So, due to my poor authoring skills, I didn't mention a bag. But there was one. Now Chris has it.

Genis: Idiot... This is attatched backwards! Which moron made these plans!

Me: He He. The Internet is a wonderful place... I don't own ToS or Genis, or the illegal copy of the plans for this time machine. Please REVIEW!

2 months ago.

Triet.

Lloyd was exhausted. He and Genis had looked all over town for Colette, to no avail. They came to the hotel. "Okay, Genis, you take the hotel, I'll take the restaurant." Genis nodded, and walked off. Lloyd moved into the restaurant, to find it completely empty, other than a lone figure over at the bar. Lloyd walked over to the man. Bartenders usually had some good information…

"Hey," Lloyd began. "Did the Chosen pass through here?

The man looked at him oddly, running his fingers through his thick black hair. "Who are you to be asking?" came the question.

"I'm uh… a friend of the Chosen," Lloyd continued. "Did she come through?"

"Sit down," the mysterious bartender said. "I'll tell you what I know."

"Great!" Lloyd replied. "What's your name?"

"Uh… Abel," the bartender said quickly. He turned around and went to the drink counter to cover the awkward silence. Lloyd didn't notice. Abel sighed.

The bartender poured two drinks. Lloyd didn't notice, but a small vial of a clear liquid was poured into his mug as well. The bartender turned around, holding both of the drinks. He put one in front of Lloyd and one in front of himself. "Here, drink it," the bartender said. "On the house."

"Thanks!" Lloyd said brightly. He took a swig of the concoction in the mug. It was surprisingly good…

"Abel" took a gulp from his mug. Running his fingers through his long, thick beard, he said, "Well, there was a bit of commotion over at the east side of town… Something about a damaged wall…." He paused to take a swig of his drink. He waited until Lloyd did the same, and then continued. "This one's less definite, but I heard tell that they may have gone to see a certain fortune teller…"

"I see," Lloyd said, taking another swig. "Where can I find the fortune teller?"

The bartender smiled, showing a set of sharp, white teeth. "Due south from here."

"Thanks," Lloyd replied. He took a last gulp from his mug, and then set it down. "Oh, and for the drink too."

"It was my pleasure," replied the bartender, smiling wider. "I hope you find your friend…"

Lloyd didn't answer, but walked out of the bar.

Cain laughed, for of course it was he. "Good." He quickly left the bar by the back way.

Lloyd grimaced, a sour taste filling his mouth. The drink was good, but it had a terrible aftertaste…

Present day.

Chris leaped through the bush, twigs snapping. He snagged a squirrel that was running for cover. "Yum…" came a snarl. He stowed it in his bag. A small part of him, his conscious self, screamed to get control. The wolf screeched to a stop, hair already receding. It stood up on two legs, and its claws receded, becoming regular hands. The newly reformed human sighed. He brought the bag around. He may as well see what was in it…

My son,

This is a small note that I attached, to fill you in. A small piece of advice. Before spreading the gene, I would recommend you gain the trust of Lloyd. Once you feel he trusts you enough, tell him. As for the gene, well, you will obviously need to be very… Intimate… with the said person, as you can't just slip it in the group's supper, as it will not take affect. Good luck with that. I recommend a girl, as racial diversity is greatly to be desired in… Influencing the rest of the group. Be wary! Not everyone can be trusted.

Now. The contents of this bag are my birthday gift to you. I have not been the best father… But I am proud of you. The contents of this bag are weapons… do not confuse them. They will give you the strength and agility of a lycanthrope when changing is not possible. Instructions for their use are on the back…

Regards,

Your Father, Cain

Chris went through the bag, pulling out what appeared to be two gauntlets, two greaves, a black padded bodysuit, and a helmet. He followed the instructions, putting the bodysuit on under his clothes. He noticed that his normally baggy clothes fit much better overtop this suit. He studied his reflection in a pond. He looked stronger somehow. His muscles seemed much more toned. He smiled at himself, and then started attaching the gauntlets and greaves. He saved the helmet for last. He put it on, and it felt like a second skin. He smiled at himself. The greaves were black, with yellow trimming. They extended all the way down to his toes, and at the end of them were three large claws. The gauntlets were very similar, but with an extra claw for his thumb. The helmet completed the ensemble, with black casing, an elongated nose covering. Chris supposed that would be for if he wore it while transformed.

"Father… Thank you," he said, words choking.

There was silence for a moment… Then… "Well isn't this a touchy-feely moment."

Me: I promise, Chris will meet the rest of the group next chapter. I also promise it will be up before the end of the week.

Genis: I just gotta calibrate this... Ok. Done.

Me: Great! I'm off to the past to stop me from revealing secrets! Bye!

Warps off

Genis: Oops...