Marcia nearly kicked herself for being such an amateur--she'd forgotten to retrieve the darts! She shimmied down the tree and had slipped into hr car by the time Tommy had walked out, slamming the door behind him with incredible force.
At least she knew Blake obviously wasn't comfortable with Tommy's actions, or with being a werewolf, and therefore might easily be persuaded to collaborate with her. She made a mental note to see Blake later on, before he joined with the pack. In the meantime, she had to trail Tommy. She let him get into his porshe and drive off, since the tracker she'd implanted would easily allow her to catch up.
She followed the homing device until she saw his car parked outside a swanky clinic in Long Island. The device indicated that he was in the offices of one "Dr. Claudia Lucas"--perhaps a pseudonym for the disgraced Dr. Lobis-Homen she thought. She went into the waiting room and managed to slip past the receptionist and advance down the hall. She came to a dead-end.
This can't be it, she thought. Her hands wandered over the wall surface, and felt a funny distortion in the shape of the light switch covering. She slid the cover back, revealing a pad of keys. Grinning, she attached an electronic decoder to the pad base and waited as it tested out all the possible combinations. At last the wall opened, revealing a gleaming metal door, disclosing a passageway of chrome.
She cautiously skulked through. Beyond a glass door she could see a room filled with dozens and dozens of large cages, whose thick black wiring concealed their contents. Beyond another door were several tanks large enough for people to fit in. Beyond that was a room crowded with test-tubes, bottles, and medical couches.
She moved forward through the third door, and hid behind a pillar. She could hear the breathy, accented, latinate voice of a woman disputing with that of Tommy's. It looked as though she was winning the argument. Marcia had no choice but to turn her listeniing bug off in order to avoid detection. She instead set the device to silent recording mode.
Marcia moved forward, crouching behind various bits of furniture but remaining behind the final glass door. Now she could see Tommy standing in a realtively normal, though chrome-plated Doctor's office. She could see the back of a well-built woman in a white coat standing in front of Tommy and making a motion with her hand. In response Tommy began to strip. He stood totally naked and expressionless as the Doctor began giving him a detailed examination. The tracking device was soon discovered, and the Doctor, a handsome South-American-looking woman, held it up with great distaste before putting it on the examination table. She performed a few more routine tests before she put on gloves and suddenly began massaging Tommy's penis. Tommy did his best not to look excessively excited as his cock swelled into a gargantuan hose. The Doctor in turn remained professional, as she affixed a tube around his penis to collect the semen he began spewing forth in huge off-white ropes.
Tommy had a wild look on his face. The Doctor reacted by going toward a cooler and removing a slab of raw meat, which she tossed at him. The boy caught it and began devouring it, eventually sitting on his haunches to feast away, making a mess.
The doctor deposited the semen in another receptacle and ran it through a strange looking scanner, which blinked several numbers, which the Doctor then typed into a computer--in what looked like Portugese. Marcia got out her binoculars and began copying down everything she typed, having decided to worry about what it all meant later. This continued for around 25 minutes. By the time the Doctor shut off her computer and pushed back her chair, Marcia realized that Tommy was gone.
She briefly wondered where he was, until she felt an accusatory hand clap her shoulder. She turned to see Tommy, covered in spattered bits of meat and blood, give her a depraved smile and tighten his grip.