Duncan was getting a bit worried as time rolled on and kept glancing nervously up the aisle whenever a new passenger boarded the train. Most of the team was here now, thank God, but he had yet to spot Hector. Admittedly, in his current... [i]disguise,[/i] Foxy was unlikely to recognise him and might have slipped Duncan's eye, but nevertheless he ought to have been here by now. The arrival of Mei and Kein was a relief, but the third SeeD they had in tow was most certainly not expected. The cigarette fell from Duncan's slender fingers and he staggered over to the doorway in shock. [b]'Syrus..? Holy fuck boy, I thought you were-! Damn it's good to see you up.'[/b] All protocol or even logic forgotten, he leapt forward to gather the redhead up in a crushing bear hug, only to find that his currently female arms didn't fit all the way around. [b]'Since when did your chest get so broad..?'[/b] He gave Syrus a lascivious wink, no doubt adding to the poor boy's confusion. [b]'To clarify, Duncan. Big tits, but Duncan. Don't ask.'[/b] After a few moments playing the flirty foreigner, he stepped back and assumed some semblance of professionalism. [b]'Good of you guys to drop by. Spread out along the car for the moment and remember to get off when I do.'[/b] With that he walked back to his sentry point by the window, determined to spot their newest addition before he did something stupid.

Thankfully it didn't take long. Halfway through a second cigarette, Duncan noticed a trio of suspicious looking characters loitering on the platform, led by the one and only Foxy Bingo. His eyes narrowed suspiciously. The radio message had mentioned a support [i]team[/i] so it was reasonable to conclude that Hector had brought backup, but he didn't recognise either of the women. He toyed with the idea of them being call-girls to act as cover, a not-uncharacteristic ploy for Foxy, but in the end took the gamble that they were at SeeDs. Probably not a good risk to take. [b]'Hey Foxy!',[/b] he called, hanging out of the open train door with a faux pouty face. [b]'I thought I was the only woman in your life...'[/b] Duncan made a point of squeezing his temporary breasts together with his arms, milking the unique situation for all it's comedic worth. Assuming Hector would catch on based purely on the use of that nickname was another gamble, but their window of opportunity was rapidly closing.

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It took time to get everyone situated and up to date (especially with his current abnormal femininity), but by the time the train pulled in at South Station DC, the team was aware of the important bits. Good thing too, as there was little time to socialise. Duncan led the way off the train and out of the station, walking a good few kilometres away before stopping to let the team regroup. As he was waiting for the first to catch up, he felt a queer sensation flutter in his chest... a sucking, draining sort of feeling... With the sneaking suspicious that he knew what was happening, Duncan dove into a bush and began shedding his tightening clothes, those borrowed from various female SeeDs. The change was over in a under a minute and when the others arrived, he was back to his normal self by the roadside, smoking a fat cigar with a renewed appreciation for the feeling of having a something dangling between his legs...