A/N: This is ridiculously short, but I wanted to keep it separated from the next chapter. There will be ten altogether.
Having his teatime-uniform put on he checked the priest, finding him also intact, with no signs of harrassment. Apparently Yazoo was the only one to be harrassed according to Hojo's plans. He rearranged the curtain and looked around.
Hypodermic needle, medical straps, scalpels and bent scissors of various sizes. Everything prepared for him.
A loud and strong wave hit the ship, making it tremble. The engines were fighting with the raging storm.
With his head tilted, Yazoo slowly put on his ragged white gloves. His lazy look wandered towards the waiting room where the unconscious professor was waiting for him on the sofa.