Una set her glass down and leaned forward, almost as if she were about to kiss him, and slipped her hand into her inner jacket pocket. Her fingers curled around the handle of the needlegun. And instead of kissing him, she tilted her head, brushing lightly against his cheek, and whispered in his ear:
"I don't speak Latin, Rene."
And then with one swift movement, she pulled out the needlegun and fired a dart into the side of his neck.
The sedative would take effect within minutes. It was a Travel Agent special; sometimes, when extracting a guest, you needed to quietly get other people out of the way. Killing wasn't an option, and tasers were too noticeable. The darts, on the other hand, were subtle and quick.
She pocketed the needlegun again and didn't move away. Instead she stayed close, to hold him steady when the drug kicked in.
let me know if this is ok.
"I don't speak Latin, Rene."
And then with one swift movement, she pulled out the needlegun and fired a dart into the side of his neck.
The sedative would take effect within minutes. It was a Travel Agent special; sometimes, when extracting a guest, you needed to quietly get other people out of the way. Killing wasn't an option, and tasers were too noticeable. The darts, on the other hand, were subtle and quick.
She pocketed the needlegun again and didn't move away. Instead she stayed close, to hold him steady when the drug kicked in.