As Katie crossed the walkway there was a sound of movement across the grass. It was barely audible if you were listening for it. If you weren't listening for it you wouldn't hear it. Rapidly they came. The creeper vines. One of the botanists on the team had modified one of Dr. Greenfingers' ideas for self moving vines into something a bit more offensive.<br/><br/>The vine poked Katie's shoulder and then several vines wrapped themselves around Katie and lifted her into the air, pinning her arms to her side.<br/><br/>Inside the basement, through a bank of monitors on the table in the corner Jeb could see the creeper vines had snagged a little snoop. Time to get to work.<br/><br/>"Looks like you're gonna have a spot of company..." Jeb said as he squeezed one of Dr. Greenfinger's breasts. Coming down the stairs was a wiry fellow, who smelled of some cheap aftershave.<br/><br/>"Oli, we got a visitor." Jeb said.<br/><br/>"Oh yes..." Oli, who's voice sounded French Canadian, replied, "I'll keep on eye on the<em>femme</em>in the basement..."<br/><br/>"Good day doctor..." Oli said as he cupped both of Dr. Greenfinger's breasts from behind and started squeezing.<br/><br/>"Just don't tear any clothes of, yet, K...save that part for later." Jeb said as he grabbed a pair of pruning shears and headed upstairs...