A kick to the ribs was all he needed to collapse on to the tiled, cold floor. The scientist glared down at the weakened Weasel, angry at his previous actions for freeing the bandicoots. "I'm going to ask you again, Weasel . . . . Did Miss Cheryl Brown have any part in this . . . ?"

His saddened eyes looked up towards his boss as his limbs trembled from the earlier blows and kicks. No longer was a green jacket on him: just bare flesh and fur to fight off the chilling air conditioning in the lab. His hands and knees were the only things supporting his weight at the moment, and they felt like thin toothpicks ready to give. He had enough. "Y-y-yes . . . S-she did . . ."

A smirk was placed on Monroe's face, "Thank you, Weasel . . . . Shall we keep a secret from her, too, as well . . . ?"

Weasel's eyes met the doctor's hazel ones, "W-what do you mean by that . . . ?"

"Let's say . . . she'll never see you again. Does that satisfy you? Satisfies me, that's for sure . . . How 'bout we say that you left to live in another country . . . Far away from here, too . . ?"

"Why? I love Cheryl . . . Why are you doing this . . . ?"

As a reply, Monroe quickly pulled out a gun with Weasel's eyes seeing nothing but the barrel of it. "Because, Weasel . . . , YOU are going far away from here, and SHE will never see you again . . . Like I said, you know . . . . ?"

"D-doctor Monroe, please! I can improve! I'll do everything you want me to!"

"I'm afraid that's not going to cut it, Weasel. You've said that many times before and lied! How am I to trust an untrustworthy person that tells many lies, and thinks that he may get away with them all . . ?"

"Please, just give me a second chance, Doctor! Please!"

"I'm sorry, Weasel . . . I just can't do that . . . Any last requests . . . ?"

Tears went down the assistant's face, giving a little sniff before answering, "I want to see Cheryl again . . ."

"Boy, you're really pushing your luck. You know that request will not come to y-"

Monroe was cut off from the happy ringing of a cellular phone, and he looked around with a raised brow to each and every guard. "Where's that ring coming from . . ?"

"T-that's my phone . . . . From my jacket pocket . ."

Picking up Weasel's jacket, Monroe slipped his hand into a pocket and pulled out the tiny phone. Flipping it open, he saw Miss Brown's name right across the screen. His eyes narrowed in anger, tossing the phone over to Weasel, "Make it short . . . . AND don't you dare tell her what's about to happen . ."

Weasel caught the little device, nodding slowly as a pressed talk and placed the phone by his ear, "H-hello . . . ?"

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The woman's blue eyes gazed up at the mansion before her, a little unsure of what she was about to do. Stepping out of her small car, she slowly made her way to the door, knocking on it with an uneasy feeling. This was stupid! She was totally walking on a battlefield! Coming to this place wasn't the brightest idea, for the people whom lived there were enemies, but she had to find her brother . . .

The door opened up to show a man with a wicked smile across his face, "Ray? It's a surprise that you came here. What can I do for you?"

"Where's Morgan, Luke . . . . ?"

"I don't remember baby sitting your brother, girl . . . Was I supposed to, or something . . ?"

"Cut the crap, Luke! When I came home today, his room was a disaster, and he was missing! Do you know where he is?!"

"Unfortunately, Miss Bandicoot, I do not have your brother . . ."

"But you know where he is . . . ?"

He glared down at her, giving her a little smirk as he looked her over, "Well, yeah . . So?"

"I want you to take me to him . . ."

Luke took this to thought, planning on things that he could do. Possibly give her to Doctor Monroe? . . . Or maybe harm her to where Morgan's heart could tear more? He turned his head back into the mansion, "Nic! It's time to leave . . ."

He then looked back towards Ray, smiling once again, "Okay. I'll take you to him."

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"Doctor, we've found the bandicoot . ."

Monroe turned his head to face the guards that had just entered the lab, dragging along a small bandicoot in front of them. Morgan struggled in their grasp, thrashing around and screaming as loud as he could, but he found no luck escaping. Weasel, whom was still alive and on his hands and knees like before, was shocked to see that the boy had not made it out of the facility. The doctor grinned with joy, happy to see that the bandicoot had not gone far at all. "Dear boy, did you think you could actually escape from me?"

"Yeah! And I almost got away with it, too!"

"Aww . . . Well, I'm sorry for you, you pathetic rodent!"

"You don't need to show sympathy for me, dipstick . . ."

Monroe's brows narrowed sharply, "Guards . . , take Weasel to a cell. I'll deal with him later . . . ."

While three of the guards took Weasel away, the remaining four stood by the doorway to make sure everything was to remain under control. Monroe put his attention back to Morgan, "Boy, haven't you ever heard of respect? You are really starting to tick me off . . ."

"Heh . . , haven't you ever heard of make-up?"

"Yes, but what does that have to do with anything? You needn't get off subject with nonsense . ."

"I'm not getting off subject . . . I'm just saying that the make-up might hide that ugly face of yours . . ."

With that said, a fist was taken to the face, taking the boy down to the ground in agony. "You and your sarcasm, boy! It's just going to kill you faster . . ."

"Sarcasm isn't going to kill me faster . . . . ," Morgan slowly looked up at the angered doctor, giving him a false smirk, ". . . Your face will."

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Unlocking the door and opening it, Luke allowed Ray to walk in before him, "Ladies first . . ."

"You brought him here? To Monroe?!"

"Shush! I haven't seen the boy for the longest time, and it's Doctor Monroe to you . ."

Nicolei walked along beside Luke and Ray, remembering everything that the jackal had previously told him of his family's history. For the longest time, every single Cortex on the Family Tree was against every member of the Bandicoot family, and had gone far enough to kill some of the marsupials . . .

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"NOW, will you keep your mouth shut?!"

The bandicoot lay on the floor, coughing and choking up little bits of blood as a heavy, dark bruise took place over his eye. His breathing was hard and fast, demanding more air for his tired lungs. He couldn't take anymore beatings, for he felt as if he were close to death.

The door opened to the lab to reveal Ray, Luke and Nicolei; Ray racing over to her brother that was close to losing conscious. "Morgan!"

She took him into her arms, cradling him slightly while caressing his forehead. He looked up at her with those lowered, exhausted eyes, "R-ray . . ."

Turned her eyes towards Monroe, she began to growl, "What the hell did you do to him . . . . ?"

"I'm sorry ma'am, but do I know you from somewhere . . ?"

Luke cleared his throat, "The second time you abducted Morgan, you took her along as well . . . She's his sister."