WARNING DISTURBING (you can skip - I usually recapitulate when it's not muddled anyway)

In a nondescript lab overlooking the city, equipped with computers and medical appliances, two men were sitting side by side at a paper laden desk, a medical textbook opened in front of them.

The younger man was showing snapshots on a small digital camera to the older one, who was wearing a starched white lab coat.

"Yes, that is him. Although of course there are quite a few years in between… but I will not forget the face … and not the rest of him."

He screwed up his face.

"I cannot forgive that troublesome man … it is his fault we have lost him back then … and I have heard he played a part again in helping him escape last night."

"You know Asami?"

"Quite well, yes … we met in that group, you know … before our ways … parted. I suppose it was his reason for saving the bastard creature back then." He studied the picture in the medical textbook. "Here he is younger still, perhaps twelve years old… is it not fascinating … I have never seen anything quite like it before … I have heard he has risen high in the Hong Kong Triad, the Baishe … that is amazing. And a further reason to … attend to him."

The older man snapped close the book.

"Ah well. It will not be long now … he will walk right into my hands. I have someone working for me whom my good-for-nothing nephew trusts, installed him in that useless course of their's - who cares for painted pictures or marble statues when they can get the living flesh?"

The younger man surveyed the older respectfully.

"What do you intend to do with him, Professor? Knowing you, you won't be content just to exhibit him …"

"No, indeed." The older man smiled, a truly horrible facial contortion. "I have something very … interesting … planned with him … but do not be in worry, you will partake of everything in enlarged detail. Already I have prepared lecture room 4 with cameras, monitors and all the further appliance that is required. Rachmaninov will perform the, ahem, surgical procedure … it is too long ago I have done this myself. I want to have it done well, or I can not prove my thesis to the world of science."

He rubbed his hands, a frightening gleam of anticipation in his ice blue eyes.

"You, and chosen other guests, will share the honour of witnessing the first … interaction … with the subject in his new state, or as you might better say … in his original state."

He narrowed his eyes.

"I will monitor and record every inch of his body, every electrical current off his skin, every sound out of his mouth, his … face ... everything. He was gone a few years in which he seems to have been used … he is not virgin anymore … but … it cannot be helped."

The middle aged, hard faced man's breathing grew audible.

"No anaesthesia will be possible … or we cannot detect arousal."

"But won't he faint?"

"Oh, not for long … I assure you there are methods …", Arbatov traced a finger over the picture, still somewhat out of breath.

"You shall be mine … and then I will … delete … you … freak. But first", an ugly frown flitted over his sharply etched features, "you will pay … for doing this to me … for turning … me on … and turning me … down."

The guest backed off, a little alarmed at this display of passion.

"Your nephew seems to care for … the subject."

"He can watch. It should cure him of his perversion."

- to be continued -