17
The Procedure
By the time I’d returned to our hiding spot, Agent Danby looked whiter than a ginger goth, with the defector making more indecipherable noise beneath his head.
“I know., I know. I’ll take the hood off in a minute,” I said, opening the rucksack and emptying the contents onto the floor.
I slapped Danby hard around the face and shook him by the shoulders. His clothing was soaked in blood.
He came around.
I cracked open a bottle of coke and ripped open the sugar and salt sachets. I forced them into his mouth. He groaned gagged at the taste. I forced him to wash it all down with a hit of cola, fizz spilling out over his lips.
“Sugars and salts” I said. “Electrolytes to keep you awake.”
Props to the Philippe Vasquez School for Assassins. If you were dehydrated and not at
