A tast of chapter 13
We sat there looking back and forth at each other almost sensing what the others were thinking. Verbal communication would have almost been less effective. What the heck was this? Whatever it was, it seemed to fade and left a splitting headache in it’s place.
The General calmly opened the door and came back to his seat behind the desk. “The case. Yes, you wanted to know about it and I can see it’s still on your minds. It contains the product of years of covert research. We actually laced the pages from the George Hill packet with it. You would have absorbed small amounts of it through your skin. It wares off rather abruptly using that method and leaves you, well, less than yourselves. You see your bodies are fighting off the compound because you got such a small dose. I suspect you may loose consciousness in the next thirty minutes if the dose isn’t increased. Death will probably take you in about an hour after that. You see the only way to fight off the contagion is to kill the host. So this case is the end to your torment and comes only by accepting your commission.”
“My conditions from before still stand.”
“Even now, as you slump in your chair from the pain, you cling to those conditions? You never lost them. I simply need to know you’re with me when I need you. Just sign your name on the commission document.”
“You have my word. Now make it stop…..” ,I gasped as I scratched my name to the document.
Jared slumped over against the wall as Sam fell out of his chair and ceased moving. The General opened the case and took out a large vial of liquid. Out of his desk he took a large syringe and filled it. “Your unconscious men first” ,he said injecting Sam, refilling the syringe, and injecting Jared. They started twitching. I didn’t pay much attention, though, because I was starting to black out but fought it with everything I had. “…and now the rest for you, Mr. Chetwood. This will be an extra large dose for my new Lead Operative.”