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Without hesitation, you provide both a signature and a fingerprint.
"Well that was...indecently fast," comments Leng, as she files away the approval form. "Team two, get in here. Purge the IV lines, and swap in a resuscitation bag. Supplement the stock solution with fifty milligrams of Zolpidem, twenty milligrams of atropine, ten units of recombinant..."
A practiced team of medical orderlies rush into the room, followed closely by a trio of heavily-armed guards. Transfusions are performed and drug-shunts are re-set. Gradually, the heart rate monitor by your side accelerates from a steady beat to a frenzied beeping.
"Is this normal?"
"Not if you're human. At this heart rate, you would be dead within a few hours. But her physiology is different. Based on the data I have, her normal resting heart rate should be even higher than this."
Leng reaches into her coat and hands you a piece of hardened plastic. "Also, this is the control unit for her pacification collar. Blue for sedatives. Green for stimulants. See that trigger there?"
"Yes. For termination, correct?"
"Precisely. Hold it down and press the red key twice. Her collar will inject a fast-acting hemolytic toxin before detonating its inbuilt explosive charge." She stops for a moment and grins. "I'm assuming that the toxin is there in case the explosive is insufficient. The fact that this redundancy even exists is quite exciting."
"I'm getting more activity on the EEG," reports an orderly. "She'll be awake within a few minutes"
Leng nods, but you note - with a mild concern - that she has positioned herself a few paces behind you. The black-armored guards have matched her motions, spreading out into the corners of the room with their rifles at low-ready.
Marie shifts slightly. One of her limbs tugs against her restraints, snapping it with only a modicum of unconsciousness effort. You hear a familiar, papery voice that drifts in and out of comprehensibility.
..."gone?...alone again.....but still don't know..."
You listen closer, focusing on the individual words.
"...why they left me alone....but I was grateful and always so grateful to both of them....and I thought it would be enough to keep me from being alone but I am here...I can't remember where they have gone and why they have left...and I am alone...but I don't understand.
Something snaps you out of your reverie. You look upwards and meet a pair of red-flecked irises, only a few inches from your face. The control unit in your right hand suddenly feels very heavy.
"...WHERE they have GONE?"
>Roll 1d20, best of three.
>Subjectively good write-ins will grant a roll bonus.
