"We may have to face the truth, Sarah." I sighed.
"Truth?" Sarah asked.
"That he's a criminal." I replied.
"Or that the Dealer affected him somehow." Sarah replied. "That blood on your uniform from him, I tested it and I got a chemical feedback. Some new chemical that the Dealer was putting out. I'm looking for an antidote, but it may take a while."
I looked at Sam, whose uniform had been replaced by civilian clothes and his utility belt taken away, still unconscious on the couch where we had handcuffed him.
"How long should it take?" I asked.
"As long as you make it." Sarah replied.
"What?"
"The computer files that contain the antidote are in a safe house downtown. I'm going to keep an eye on Sam, you need to go get it."
"Why me?"
"Two reasons: If you encounter trouble, you can handle it, my crime-fighting skills are a little rusty."
"You actually fought crime?" I asked.
Sarah ignored my question and continued. "Plus, you would be the only one who would have the code to get in."
"Say what?" I asked.
"He only gives the code to those closest to him. That would be you." Sarah said.
"Why wouldn't he give it to you?" I asked.
Sarah's expression turned sour. "Hurry, our time runs short."
"Truth?" Sarah asked.
"That he's a criminal." I replied.
"Or that the Dealer affected him somehow." Sarah replied. "That blood on your uniform from him, I tested it and I got a chemical feedback. Some new chemical that the Dealer was putting out. I'm looking for an antidote, but it may take a while."
I looked at Sam, whose uniform had been replaced by civilian clothes and his utility belt taken away, still unconscious on the couch where we had handcuffed him.
"How long should it take?" I asked.
"As long as you make it." Sarah replied.
"What?"
"The computer files that contain the antidote are in a safe house downtown. I'm going to keep an eye on Sam, you need to go get it."
"Why me?"
"Two reasons: If you encounter trouble, you can handle it, my crime-fighting skills are a little rusty."
"You actually fought crime?" I asked.
Sarah ignored my question and continued. "Plus, you would be the only one who would have the code to get in."
"Say what?" I asked.
"He only gives the code to those closest to him. That would be you." Sarah said.
"Why wouldn't he give it to you?" I asked.
Sarah's expression turned sour. "Hurry, our time runs short."
"We may have to face the truth, Sarah." I sighed.
"Truth?" Sarah asked.
"That he's a criminal." I replied.
"Or that the Dealer affected him somehow." Sarah replied. "That blood on your uniform from him, I tested it and I got a chemical feedback. Some new chemical that the Dealer was putting out. I'm looking for an antidote, but it may take a while."
I looked at Sam, whose uniform had been replaced by civilian clothes and his utility belt taken away, still unconscious on the couch where we had handcuffed him.
"How long should it take?" I asked.
"As long as you make it." Sarah replied.
"What?"
"The computer files that contain the antidote are in a safe house downtown. I'm going to keep an eye on Sam, you need to go get it."
"Why me?"
"Two reasons: If you encounter trouble, you can handle it, my crime-fighting skills are a little rusty."
"You actually fought crime?" I asked.
Sarah ignored my question and continued. "Plus, you would be the only one who would have the code to get in."
"Say what?" I asked.
"He only gives the code to those closest to him. That would be you." Sarah said.
"Why wouldn't he give it to you?" I asked.
Sarah's expression turned sour. "Hurry, our time runs short."
"Truth?" Sarah asked.
"That he's a criminal." I replied.
"Or that the Dealer affected him somehow." Sarah replied. "That blood on your uniform from him, I tested it and I got a chemical feedback. Some new chemical that the Dealer was putting out. I'm looking for an antidote, but it may take a while."
I looked at Sam, whose uniform had been replaced by civilian clothes and his utility belt taken away, still unconscious on the couch where we had handcuffed him.
"How long should it take?" I asked.
"As long as you make it." Sarah replied.
"What?"
"The computer files that contain the antidote are in a safe house downtown. I'm going to keep an eye on Sam, you need to go get it."
"Why me?"
"Two reasons: If you encounter trouble, you can handle it, my crime-fighting skills are a little rusty."
"You actually fought crime?" I asked.
Sarah ignored my question and continued. "Plus, you would be the only one who would have the code to get in."
"Say what?" I asked.
"He only gives the code to those closest to him. That would be you." Sarah said.
"Why wouldn't he give it to you?" I asked.
Sarah's expression turned sour. "Hurry, our time runs short."