There was something about trains that had always fascinated Duncan... He kept it to himself generally, mildly paranoid that his interest was a bit too geeky for a hardened mercenary. Still, Timber was a great place for train enthusiasts; just sitting here and hanging out the window, he had a great view of the station and track system. He found himself reading the serial numbers on parked engines, comparing them to others passing through. Just as he was starting to get into his new-found interest of train-spotting, a feminine voice called out from behind; Xerox, still in his adorable female form. [b]'Oh, on the radio?'[/b] Duncan sighed painfully. Hector's banter had a way of confusing the uninitiated... [b]'Long story short, he's confused. He thinks there was some Dr Evil BS involved when I wiped Vinzer's mind. Admittedly there [i]was[/i] a small degree of genetic manipulation involved, what with calculating the right vector chemicals and isolating phenomes etc etc, but it was pretty basic stuff.'[/b] Admittedly, his idea of basic might have been a tad unusual. [b]'But the irony is that the most Frankenstein shit I pulled was completely by accident... You know that geriatric old cat that used to live on campus? Well...'[/b] Xerox was thankfully spared the details by Jake's arrival. [b]'Not yet, at least.'[/b] He nodded slightly at the information. Sounded just like Galbadia; all guns blazing when things went well, but as soon as they encounter any significant resistance, the excuses start coming... It worked in SeeD's favour of course, but it still hurt his native Galbadian pride a little. [b]'Not surprised... Of course, that does mean that there'll be more security in the capital. Might be an issue.'[/b]