Part 2
“I’m warning you, Francois, Chris Larabee is not going to sit still for this. He’s going to try to escape at every opportunity.” Shale said as he nursed his Scotch.
“Then we’ll keep him in line with that drug of yours.” Marseilles told him.
Shale stood and slammed his empty glass down on the table, “I warned you, Francois, prolonged use of this drug will have grave repercussions. You know it never passed the guidelines. I won’t keep giving it to Larabee.”
“How long more can you use it?”
“I’ve already use it on him twice. Can probably get away with it twice more after that it’ll start to affect his mind as well as his body.” Shale told him.
“So we can use it safely twice more. Do you have any other drugs you can use on him?”
“I’ve got all sorts of drugs ranging from mild sedatives to the drug I’ve been using. The problem is Allycia is not going to want him kept in a stupor all the time. She’s a fiery spirit and I think that’s what drew her to Larabee. He’ll fight every step of the way and she’s just going to become more frustrated with his rejections. I don’t think we want to see another Gardner fiasco.”
“Roy Gardner died because we made some mistakes. Mistakes I don’t plan on making with Larabee. I am going to keep my daughter happy and if that means I have to be a little hard on Larabee then so be it.” Marseilles said angrily.
“Then you’d better watch Larabee. Allycia’s temper tantrums can be deadly when she’s crossed and Larabee will cross her every chance he gets.”
“You sound like you admire the man.”
“Admire, no.” Shale said, shaking his head and pouring another shot of the Scotch and downing it in one gulp, “Respect and fear, yes. He’s a dangerous man and he has some very dangerous friends.”
“His men think he’s being held by that militant group. They’ll be looking for him in the wrong place.”
“Will they?” Shale asked, eyebrows rising.
“We’ve covered our tracks. Paradesia is not even registered in my name. There is no way they can find him here.”
“I wouldn’t count on that, Francois. Have you taken the time to really study the Firm and it’s employees? They are into some pretty dark and dangerous work. According to the file I read they’ve even been involved in some covert operations for the government. I told you Larabee is an ex Seal and you’ve had run ins with them yourself. You lost most of those documents when Curran and his bunch wiped out that group in Lebanon. Do you really want to go up against another Seal?”
“I told you I’ll do anything I can to keep my daughter happy. Keep him on sedatives for now. Not the drug you’ve been using just something that’ll make him easier to control. We’ll decide what to do later when Allycia wants the drugs stopped.”
“Alright, Francois, but I still don’t like it.” Shale said as he hurried out of the room.
Marseilles walked back into the bedroom and found his daughter snuggled up to the man who’d garnered her attention. Her eyes were closed and her breathing even, she looked like an angel to her father and felt like a demon to Chris Larabee.
“Why?” Chris asked the elderly man standing above him.
“Because my daughter wants you?”
“You always give her what she wants?” Chris asked.
Marseilles was sure the man couldn’t move but he also knew the look in his eyes. He knew that if his prisoner got free there would be hell to pay. “Of course. Wouldn’t you?”
“No way in hell I’m staying here!”
“You’re in no position to leave.”
“I’ll get out of here and when I do I’ll make you pay.” Chris said furiously.
Marseilles saw the truth in the man’s eyes and stepped back slightly. “I know you’re a man who’s used to being in control, Larabee, but you don’t have it here.” he said.
“But I will.” Chris said as he fought to keep his anger under control. He hated not being able to move, to do something about his own situation. He felt the girl lying next to him and his anger grew. “Get her away from me!” he said.
“Get used to her being with you.” Marseilles said, his confidence back in place now that he was sure the man couldn’t do anything.
“Never!”
“Never is a long time, Larabee. I’ll resort to drugs if I have to.”
Chris felt the anger burning to get out. He wanted to lash out at the man standing above him. He wanted to tear the place apart. “Seems to me you already have.” he said.
“It seems that Charles feels we have to stop using this particular drug but that doesn’t mean we can’t use another. You see I have my own pharmaceutical company and not all the drugs are cleared for public use. I will not hesitate to use one of them to keep you under control.”
“D...Daddy.” Allycia said as she opened her eyes and wrapped her arms around the unmoving man next to her.
Chris wanted so badly to move away but nothing seemed to work.
“Yes, my dear.”
“I don’t want him all drugged up. Isn’t there something else you can do?”
Marseilles smiled at his beautiful spoiled daughter. “We’ll see.” he said.
Chris felt some of the tension leave his body. Maybe there was some hope. If he could just get some of his freedom back he’d be able to find a way off this damn island. His mind churned as he thought of ways to escape.
“I’ll put in a call to Jake Simpson. If he’s available to act as Larabee’s guard then maybe we won’t have to use the drugs, at least not during the day.” Marseilles said, a tinkle gleaming in his eyes.
Some of Chris’s exultation diminished as he heard the threat in Marseilles last words. He’d be free from drugs during the day but night would be a different matter. He hated drugs and he hated the situation he now found himself in.
“Oh, Daddy, please make Jake come.” Allycia said as she leaned over and touched her shining red lips to Chris Larabee’s forehead. She ignored the sharp intake of breath escaped his lips.
“Don’t.” he said, the word conveying his anger.
“Oh, Christopher, you’ll learn to love me as much as I do you.” she said.
“Go to hell.” he said and was surprised by the vicious blow she drove into his ribs.
“You’d better take that back, Christopher.” she screamed as she got off the bed and stood next to her father.
The pain from his side was real but he was helpless to move. His breath came in hitching gulps and he fought to get it under control. He knew the blow shouldn’t have hurt this much and wondered f the drug had anything to do with it.
“Take it back.” she screamed at him.
“No!” he said, letting his angry green eyes meet with her icy blue ones.
“You’d best apologize to her, Larabee.” Marseilles suggested. He’d seen his daughter like this before. Gardner had paid the full price and he was now feeding the fish at the bottom of the ocean. His daughter had managed to kill the man in one of her fits of rage.
Chris closed his eyes and tried to ignore the two people standing above him. His side had stopped aching but his anger had grown. “Go to hell.” he repeated.
“You ungrateful animal.” Allycia said as she tried to attack the helpless man on the bed.
Francois Marseilles grabbed his daughter’s wrist and held firmly. “Allycia, my dear, maybe we should give him some time to come to grips with his new role in life. Come; let’s go have some lunch. Maybe he’ll be ready to listen to reason after he misses a few meals.”
Allycia smiled at her doting father and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Thank you, Daddy.” she said and turned back to the bed, “I’m sure Christopher will learn to accept his role in my life. After all he’s mine to do with as I please, right?”
Chris saw the dangerous look in her eyes and knew the woman was psychotic. He’d have to find some way to escape before she became worse.
“That’s right, my dear. He’s all yours. Now lets get some lunch. You can come back after we’re done if you like.” Marseilles said as he turned his daughter towards the door.
Chris lay against the pillow wondering what he’d done to get into this mess. The girl and her father were definitely crazy if they thought they’d continue to control him. He’d find some way to get out of here or die trying. Somehow he had a feeling it would be the latter.
He heard footsteps but was helpless to turn towards them. Charles Shale stood above him. There was something chilling in always having to look up at his captors. “What do you want?” he asked and wondered at the look of sympathy on the older man’s face.
“I came to warn you that you’d better cooperate with the Marseilles’ family.” Shale said softly.
“I’ll tell you what I told them. Go to hell.” Chris said angrily.
“If you value your life you’ll do as I say.”
“I’ll never become whatever the hell she wants. Somehow I’ll get out of here and when I do I’ll make all of you pay.”
“That’s what Gardner said.” Shale told him.
“What happened to Gardner?”
“She killed him when he continued to deny her.”
Chris could tell that the man didn’t like what was happening and he filed the fact away for future use. “I won’t become what she wants.” he said.
“Then you’ll end up in the same place as Gardner.” Shale said as he walked away from the bed.
~~~~~~~~~~
“What’s wrong, Vin?” Wilmington asked as he watched his friend pace the length of the office.
“I’m not sure, Buck. I just can’t see why Nadine would come after Chris now. I mean they haven’t had dealings since Chris became a civilian. That’s a long time to wait for revenge.”
“Why would Nadine take credit for Chris’s disappearance if he had nothing to do with it?” Buck asked, and looked to the door as Sanchez, Dunne, Jackson, and Standish entered the room.
“I don’t have all the answers, Buck, I just have one of those feelings that we’re barking up the wrong tree and it could cost Chris his life. Did you guys find anything?” Vin asked the newcomers.
“According to the files Chris was part of the Seal team that took Nadine’s organization down so I can see the man being ticked off at him.” Sanchez said as he passed Vin and Buck a copy of the file.
“But that was over ten years ago. Why would the man wait so long?” Tanner asked.
“Mr. Tanner, who knows what that lunatic was thinking. Maybe Mr. Larabee has been on his psychotic mind the whole time and he was just waiting for a chance to make his move.” Standish explained.
“I don’t know, Ez, I just don’t know. There’s something we’re missing and I just can’t put my finger on it.” Tanner said as the phone on Josiah’s desk began to ring incessantly.
“Sanchez.” The others listened to the one sided conversation and waited for the man to finish.
“Well?” Vin said as Sanchez placed the phone back in its cradle.
“That was Travis. They’ve found Benjamin Nadine’s headquarters. Seems the man has a new stronghold in the mountains near Vegas. He’s arranged for the Firms private jet to take us out there.” Sanchez explained.
“Grab your bags, boys, we have a plane to catch.” Vin said as he moved into action. He was worried about his missing friend. Something kept nagging at the back of his mind and he wondered why he felt this was a false lead when everything pointed in this direction. Shaking his head he grabbed his bag and hurried out of the office.
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Chris felt as if his body belonged to someone else. The drug was finally wearing off and he was able to move his leaden limbs. He forced his legs over the side and by force of will brought the rest of his body into an upright position. He fought the dizziness that threatened to make him lay back on the bed. He found a pair of light blue shorts and a white T-shirt on the chair beside his bed and hurriedly pulled them on. The clothes made him feel a little better as he struggled to his feet and staggered to the window, his right foot barely able to hold his weight. He could see the dark purple bruising on top of his foot and knew he’d been lucky her heels hadn’t broken the skin.
The sun was dipping below the horizon and the long shadows that it cast over the yard gave him a feeling off foreboding. He grabbed the bars on the window and placed his aching head against them. “Vin.” he whispered as he closed his eyes against the weakness that still invaded his body. He stepped away from the window and limped to the door and reached for the handle. To his surprise he found the door unlocked and opened it carefully.
Standing before him was a monster of human muscle. Chris met the behemoth’s eyes and understood why the door had not been locked. The man stood six and a half foot tall, had black short cropped hair, bulging biceps, thick tree trunk like legs and piercing black eyes.
“Going somewhere?” the man asked in a voice so childlike it caused Chris to laugh in spite of the situation.
“Who are you?” Larabee asked.
“My name’s Jake and it looks like we’re gonna become close friends.” the behemoth said sarcastically. “Why don’t you go back inside until you’re given permission to do otherwise?”
Chris’s anger and frustration got the better of him and he lashed out at the man standing in front of him.
Jake reached out and grasped the smaller man’s fist before it could connect with his jaw. His beefy hand completely covered Chris’s and he watched the smaller man grimace as he ground the tiny bones in his own hand. Jake used his considerable bulk to force the smaller man back into the room.
Pain radiated from his hand up into his shoulders as the bigger man squeezed the fist into a tight knot. Chris continued to fight even though he knew it was a losing cause. The man was too big and his own body to weakened by the drugs for him to have any chance of winning. He let the tension drain from his body and fell to the floor as Jake released his hand.
“The first one’s a freebie. Try that again and I will break your hand.” Jake promised sadistically.
Chris held his throbbing hand to his chest as the door closed behind his jailer. He wondered if the man realized he’d probably already broken some of the bones. He looked at his hand; the fingers were white and bloodless as he struggled to get some feeling back in them. Finally he was able to move his fingers and he breathed a sigh of relief when the throbbing eased.
He got up from the floor and limped back to the window. Once again his mind turned to his men and he wondered what they were doing and if they were even aware of his predicament.
His thoughts were interrupted as the door once again opened. He didn’t bother to look away from his window as the sickly scent of Allycia’s perfume permeated the air.
“Come eat, Christopher.” Allycia’s voice sounded excited. “I’ve decided to join you for a candle light dinner.”
Chris pulled his eyes away from the fluorescent lights in the courtyard. Whatever she’d brought with her invaded his hungry senses. He watched two men set up a table. They covered it in a Royal blue linen tablecloth and placed a small crystal covered candleholder in the centre. One man placed gold leafed China and fine crystal goblets, while the other completed the ensemble with sterling silver cutlery and white linen napkins. Two chairs were place opposite each other and he watched as Allycia Marseilles took a seat and waited expectantly for him to join her.
“Come join me, Christopher.” she ordered as the two servants left the room.
“I’d rather eat alone.” he told her.
“Jake.” she called and the man was instantly inside.
Simpson walked over to the reluctant man and gripped his shoulder tightly. “The lady wants you to join her.” he said as he forced Chris into a chair.
“Thank you, Jake, that’ll be all.” Allycia smiled fondly at the man.
“I’ll be right outside, Miss Marseilles.” Jake said as he walked out the door and closed it behind him.
“Would you serve the wine, Christopher?” she asked, batting her long lashed eyes innocently.
“Do it yourself.” he said, angered by a sense of hopelessness.
She reached across the table and touched his cheek.
He pulled away from the hated touch and glared at her. “Don’t do that.” he said.
“Christopher.” she pouted. “I’ll do anything I want and the sooner you learn that the better we’ll get along.”
“Don’t touch me.” he said.
“Here, have some wine.” she said as she conceded that he wasn’t going to pour it for them.
He watched her pour the red wine into his glass and then into her own. His mouth felt dry and he wanted nothing more than to drink the liquid. He fought the urge knowing he needed to keep his mind free and clear if he were to have any chance of escape. Instead he reached for the water jug and poured some into the second glass.
“What’s the matter, Christopher, you afraid I’ll poison you?’ she asked innocently.
“The thought has crossed my mind.” he said as he sat straight-backed in the chair.
“You’ll know when you’re to be drugged, Darling. For now let’s enjoy the feast. Jane is simply the best chef in the world and she’s been with us forever or so it seems.” she said as she served him from the platter in the centre of the table.
Chris watched as she filled his plate with prime rib; garlic roasted potatoes, and sweet baby carrots. The smells were intoxicating and he realized he hadn’t eaten since the night they’d kidnapped him. He lifted the fork and was shocked to see a small steak knife. He lifted the knife and stared at it as the candlelight glinted off it.
“Don’t get any ideas, Christopher. Jake is right outside the door and I won’t be responsible for what he’ll do to you if you try and hurt me.” she said.
Chris Larabee was tempted to test her anyway. He wondered how far he could get if he held her at knifepoint and realized he’d better wait until he was stronger and she’d let her guard down some. He cut into the meat and wasn’t surprised to find it tender and juicy. It tasted even better to his starving mouth.
Allycia watched as her captive devoured everything on his plate. “Would you like more?” she asked.
“No, thanks.” he said as he finished the water in his glass.
“Want to go for a walk?” she asked softly.
Chris’s eyes opened wide at the question. There was nothing he’d rather do than to escape the confines of his own private cell. He knew he’d have to be with her but at least it gave him an opportunity to see what he was up against. “I’d like that.” he said, keeping the anger out of his voice.
“I’m sorry about your foot.” she said as she watched him get up and limp to the bed.
Chris knew she wasn’t but didn’t want to ruin his chance to see where he was and just how bad the situation was. He simply swallowed any harsh retort and said, “Thanks.” as he tried to pull on the sandals. He grimaced as he the sandal closed over his bruised foot.
Allycia hurried to Chris and knelt in front of him. She pulled the sandal from his foot and gently placed her lips on the injury, “Oh, Christopher, I’m so sorry.” she said as she continued to attend the swollen limb.
Chris Larabee hated her touch. He wanted nothing more than to push her aside and tell her to leave him alone but with his senses returning as the drug left his system he bit back any snide retort he felt like giving.
“Maybe we shouldn’t go for that walk after all.” she said as she caressed his foot.
“My foot’s fine, Allycia.” he said, keeping his emotions under tight control.
“Are you sure, Christopher?”
“I’m sure. Let’s go for that walk.” he pleaded, pasting a tiny smile on his face. He hoped she wouldn’t see it for what it was.
“All right, Christopher, but these won’t do.” she said as she removed the sandals and left the room. She rushed back in carrying a pair of soft moccasin style slippers that she gently placed on his feet.
“There, now it won’t hurt so much.” she said as she reached out a hand to help him up.
He knew he’d have to start getting on her good side if he ever wanted to get out of the mess he was in. He got to his feet and let her place her arm in his. Once again the sickly scent of her perfume invaded his senses and he felt his stomach rebel against the food he’d eaten. ‘Wonder what she wears. I hope Mary never wears it,’ he thought as the door opened and Jake fell in behind them.
He knew she was talking to him and he hoped he answered in all the right places. His eyes were constantly shifting from the docks to the small airstrip, to the house and surrounding grounds. He knew he’d have to get to know the layout of the island if he had any hopes of escape.
“Christopher.” the pouting voice called to him and he looked into the cold blue eyes. “You don’t seem to be listening.”
“I’m sorry, Allycia, I was just admiring the scenery.” he said as he brushed a tiny lock of dark hair from her eyes. He knew he’d have to make her believe he was resigned to his fate so he reached out and took her delicate fingers in his hand. He hated having to placate her but he was alone and there’d be no help for him here.
“Thank you.” Allycia said, smiling contentedly at her handsome companion. She knew he wasn’t to be trusted and yet she felt herself falling ever further under his captivating spell. “Would you like to walk on the beach?” she asked as she snuggled closer to him.
“Sure.” he said as he fought the shivers that threatened to make themselves known. He hated sucking up but knew there was no other choice at the moment.
They strolled along the beach, the moon glinting off the water, the slight breeze causing tiny waves to lap at their feet. “I love it here.” Allycia said.
“It is beautiful.” Chris told her. He felt rather than saw his guard walking behind him.
“I wish we could stay here on the beach all night.” Allycia said as she pulled him into a light kiss.
Chris wanted to rebel from the moist, warm lips that attacked his own. He wanted nothing more than to push her to the ground and laugh in her face. Instead he forced himself to endure the cold kiss.
“Why don’t we?” he asked as he pulled away from her.
“Daddy doesn’t trust you. He wants you locked up in your room at night.” she said.
“What do you want?” he asked, making his voice soft and lilting as he whispered it in her ear.
“I want to trust you, Christopher, but that’s going to take a long time. Daddy says you can’t be trusted and I have to do what he wants. He brought you here for me and I have to make sure he lets me keep you. When you’ve earned daddy’s and my trust you’ll be allowed to move into my room with me. You’d like that wouldn’t you, Christopher?”
He felt the tremors in his body as he moved away from her. Anger once more took precedence and he glared at her. “No, Allycia, I wouldn’t. I don’t want a relationship with you. I don’t like being a prisoner and I won’t come to your bed willingly or otherwise. I choose the woman I want to be with and I don’t want to be with you.” he said before he could get his anger under control. He knew he’d damaged the little ground he’d gained from their walk but he wasn’t sorry for what he’d said. He really did hate being helpless and vowed he wouldn’t be for long.
“Take him back to his room, Jake.” she said icily. “Tell daddy it’s time for Christopher’s shot.” she ordered as she turned her back on Larabee.
“Yes, Miss Marseilles.” Jake said as he grabbed the prisoners arm in a tight grip. “That was a stupid mistake.” he told Chris as he led him towards the main house.
Chris had thoughts of pulling free of the vice like grip until the man sneered in his face, “Don’t think you’d better try.” he said as he guided them into the house and up the stairs.
“Back so soon?” Francois Marseilles asked as he watched Jake push the reluctant prisoner up the stairs.
“Yes, sir, he insulted Miss Marseilles and she said to tell you it’s time for his shot.” Jake grinned maliciously at Chris as he shoved him through the bedroom door slamming it behind him.
Chris picked up the tiny table and threw it against the door of his prison, “Goddamn you, wait till I get out of here.” he said as he let his anger gain momentum and threw anything that wasn’t tied down at the door.
Jake opened the door just as a picture was pulled from the wall and thrown at the door. The glass front broke as it struck the wall and a tiny piece stuck in his arm. Without a word he pulled the sliver out and wiped the speck of blood on his shirt. “You’ll pay for that.” he said as he paced the smaller man around the room.
Chris Larabee was not a fool. He knew he didn’t stand a chance against the big man who circled him unless he got in the first shot and fought him fast and furious. He stood his ground, waiting for the man to make his move.
Jake grew impatient and rushed his prisoner. He threw a fist towards Larabee’s face missing as the smaller man dove to the right.
Chris saw the blow coming and brought his left hand up under the mans chin as he moved out of reach. His fist connected fully but the blow did little more than make the man turn his head.
Jake felt the blow and smiled condescendingly at Larabee. He reached out with tree trunk arms and tried to get the grinning man in a bear hug.
Chris moved out of the way and brought his elbow down on the man’s neck as Jake bent to grab him. He’d hoped the guard would feel the blow but was disappointed when the behemoth just smiled at him. ‘Shit,’ Chris thought as he fought to control his anger. He knew to give in to it would be his downfall. He’d lost too many fights when he was younger because his anger made him forget to plan his strategy and he needed to be on his toes against this man. He continued to force the tiny advantage he’d gained, placing a vicious drop kick to the heavier man’s knee and smiling as he finally heard a grunt escape Simpson’s lips as he fell to the floor.
“You’ll pay for that.” Jake laughed as he regained his feet and began to pace Larabee again. His actions becoming more predictable as he circled the room.
Chris wanted to press his advantage and once again tried for the quick take down. Unfortunately Jake was a fast learner and as Chris leapt at him, ready to deliver another devastating kick, the man moved out of the way and Chris Larabee landed hard on his back.
Jake reached down and pulled the blond to his feet. He wrapped his beefy arms around the prisoner and began to squeeze tightly.
Chris fought to breath against the tightening bands around him. He drew his head forward and snapped it back but Jake saw it coming and moved his head to the side, taking the blow on his cheek instead of his nose.
Jake continued to put pressure on Chris’s chest. The smile on his face was maniacal as he drew perverse pleasure from exuding control over the man.
Chris felt his ribs begin to give and cried out as he felt a sharp snap. His eyes rolled in his head as lack of oxygen began to take effect.
“Put him down, Jake.” Marseilles ordered from the door. Charles Shale stood behind him. They’d been watching the fight from the beginning and Marseilles had waited until he saw Jake get the upper hand before interfering. He didn’t want his daughter angry with him and knew he’d have to stop it before Jake Simpson killed Chris Larabee.
Jake instantly released the prisoner and stood back.
Chris fell heavily to the floor and curled up in a tiny ball. The pain in his lower chest told him he’d suffered a couple of cracked or broken ribs and he groaned softly. His breathing became easier as the pressure had been removed.
Charles Shale moved to the man lying on the floor. He tried to get him to turn on his back but Chris refused to move. “Let me check you out.” Shale said sympathetically.
“G...go to hell.” Chris told him angrily.
“Already been there and didn’t think much of it. Let me help you to the bed.” Shale said as he finally got the man to uncurl his body. He helped him to his feet and noticed how he favoured his right side.
Chris stumbled to the bed and lay back. The room tilted at a precarious angle as his oxygen deprived lungs struggled to take in much needed air.
Shale peeled the T-shirt back to reveal a darkening bruise across the mans chest. He pressed slightly and felt two broken ribs. “Help me get him undressed.” he ordered Simpson.
Simpson moved towards the bed but Chris’s eyes opened wide and he glared at the man. “Don’t touch me.” he said through grated teeth.
“You don’t have a choice, Larabee.” Marseilles said, signaling for Simpson to continue.
“Don’t fight you’ll just cause more damage than you already have.” Shale said as he forced Larabee to a sitting position. With Simpson’s help he removed the shirt and taped the injured ribs tightly.
Chris lay back against the soft pillow and closed his eyes against the throbbing pain.
“Get some rest.” Shale said as he got up to leave.
“Aren’t you forgetting something, Charles?” Marseilles asked.
“What?” Shale asked.
“Give him the shot.”
“He won’t be able to do anything for the next week or so, Francois. Those ribs are going to keep him down better than any drugs.”
Chris listened to the conversation hopefully. He’d moved with broken ribs before, hell, he’d moved with all kinds of broken bones, gunshot wounds and knife wounds. He hoped Shale could convince Marseilles against using drugs because at least then he’d have a chance of escaping. Unfortunately Marseilles had studied his file since the kidnapping.
“You’re the one who warned me just how dangerous he is. Give him the shot.” Marseilles ordered.
Shale reached in his bag and removed a tiny vial of liquid. He used a syringe and filled it halfway.
Chris felt the cold swab on his arm and then the sharp point of a needle. He felt himself slipping away from the waking world as the drug entered his system.
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