Ken stood there ready but shaking from what he'd just witnessed. As the sounds of Doc machine whirling up for a discharge the Lab's door burst open.
"Oh Doctor there is an urgent call from your wife, she say's its life or death situation!" said Miss Ames as she walked into the room.
Doc scouled and reached for the phone, while Miss Ames looked about as if she'd never been in the Lab before.
Ken standing there with the plastic white bag pulled over his head was still waiting for that single moment when his form might take on a real change.
"Yes Dear, what do you mean he's left a note? Where did he go? To make money, doing what? Oh my God, did he mention the name he was going to use, never mind I'll call you back later!" said the Doc looking very nervous.
"Miss Baxter, do you have the photo's of those test cases from this mornings Lab tests done by Doctor Wangg?" asked the Doc as sweat poured down his face.
The Doc Nurse, Miss Baxter gave him several folder. As the Doc fumbled through them a muttered about some dumb damn kid. It was one file that stopped his clock as he stepped back to plop onto a tall barstool.
"Test case #117, did he come through the experiment?" asked the Doc.
Miss Baxter seeing as did we all in the Lab how distressed the noble Doc was looking grabbed the phone to call and find out.
"Yes Thomas Aston, oh and were was he transfered to, destination? Yes alright we will get back to you later!" said Miss Baxter as she looked at the Doc.
"Well?" asked the Doc.
"He registered as a student under the name Thomas Aston. Doctor Wangg accepted him for testing without checking security for the social security number as per the protocal. He placed him into the high priced long term experiment program under Virus Plan #8. What plan is that?" asked Miss Baxter.
"It's a long term, maybe up to twenty years where a subject after the papers are signed is awarded an escrow account and then put through the Proton Florial Ray. The out come is a person changed to actual animal tissue and from there sent to our experiment farm in Montana." said the Doc slowly with some deep thoughts.
"What was the dispersal code number?" asked the Doc.
Ken was still standing there and the prime test subject a shaggy haired Angora gelded goat was suspended from two ceiling mounted slings directly in front of the Ray machine.
Miss Baxter looked over the forms flipped pages and then said, "M-421!"
"Oh no, that damn Wangg has sent my own stupid son to the Menagerie College in Edmonton Alberta, Canada. Ron came looking for to make some money after seeing the newspaper adds as did Ken here! Worse yet he used a different name and got mister quick, Doctor Wangg to do a experiment on him this morning. Damn it, he sent him into Doctor Thule's long term breeding experiment." said the Doc.
All the while his Miss Ames was taking inventory of the his Lab, and kept looking over to Ken.
"What did you get placed into, can we get him back?" asked Miss Baxter sounding very urgent.
"No, no he stuck that way and I'll have to explain it to my wife." grumbled the Doc as he stood up and began to check the guages on his Proton Ray.
Miss Baxter just stood there, then she burst out asking, "Well what was he assigned?"
"M-421 in the Menagerie Elk breeding experiment! Wangg set my Son up to be a bull Elk and worse yet did it for the twenty year program!" announced the Doc.
Click, whirring and then the Ray let loose as both Miss Baxter and the Doc stood in awe. Ken watched as Miss Ames reached over and for some unknown reason flicked the discharge switch on the Ray machine.
A split second and Miss Ames was vaporized as was the gelded Angora goat and Ken took the brunt of it all.
"Oh Shit!' was the last words Ken understood from the Doc.