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study.”
“So they slipped him a drug?” I asked.
“We doubt it,” Sonya said. “It seemed unlikely they'd do something that could be traced back to them, even if there was only the faintest possibility of discovery. They needed everyone to go along with their plan.”
“I thought there were drugs that didn't leave a trace,” Felicity added.
“Potassium chloride breaks down in the system,” Sonya explained. “But there's always a chance of the wrong dose either giving them away or else not doing the job. Plus, old habits die hard. Why go through all that work when there is a faster, more effective way to get the job done?”
“Air Embolism,” Moto interjected. “It's totally undetectable. A direct injection of air via syringe to any vein causes the chambers of the heart to fill with air as well, which causes a heart attack.”
“Wouldn't that leave some kind of visible mark?” I asked.
“Not if a small enough gauge needle was used,” Sonya offered. “Like the kind people use for insulin.”
“The General was a diabetic,” I said, suddenly getting the connection. “The guys who found his body probably never even checked for puncture wounds, and even if they did they'd be explained away as part of him taking his daily insulin dose.”
“Now you're getting it,” Moto said. “They mask the crime of murder with a natural cause of death like a heart attack. No one was the wiser.”
“Covering up murder is just part of the job description with these people,” Sonya said in disgust.
“I became the guy in charge, but right away I knew something wasn't quite right,” Moto admitted. “I couldn't shake the feeling that General Conrad had been murdered for questioning the secret project, but I didn't have any proof. I started asking questions about the project, but Franco told me that all his information was classified and only available on a need-to-know basis. The more I pushed him on details about it, the more tense things got. He refused to even tell me who he was reporting to, and at one point challenged me to a fight in front of the men to settle it once and for all. Two nights later Sonya tracked them into the labs. The next day I sent you to Freedom Town. That night Sonya and I hatched a plan.”
“Our first of many secret missions of our own,” Sonya said with excitement.
“We hid her on the base all day long and when night came she broke into the lab once more, stealing all the files on synthesis along with every last sample of Ibogaine, including the clones now growing below us.”
“Basically, I wiped out their entire operation,” Sonya rightfully bragged.
“How did she get off the base unnoticed?” I asked.
“I left a pair of keys along with a uniform and a clearance badge in one of the Humvees,” Moto admitted.
“What about your hair?” Felicity asked.
“I wore a hat. Honestly, they never gave me a second look. They saw the clearance and just waved me through. I drove out with the plants and the data, and they sealed the gates behind me like nothing had happened.”
“The next day Franco came storming into my room right after sun up,” Moto explained. “He was so angry it looked like steam was going to come out of his ears. He started accusing me of aiding and abetting the enemy, telling me it was treason and that he'd see that I got what was coming to me for it. He was no longer calm and in control. It was like the mask was off and what was underneath was slightly less than human – almost like a demon.”
“So what did you do?” I asked, needing to know more.
“I told him that I had no idea what he was talking about. I got real angry right back, yelling in his face that I was now the commanding officer in charge, and that if he ever spoke to me like that again I'd have him court-martialed, or worse. I figured the only way out at that point was to feign ignorance and pretend to be outraged by his accusations. It worked for a minute too.”
“How do
“So they slipped him a drug?” I asked.
“We doubt it,” Sonya said. “It seemed unlikely they'd do something that could be traced back to them, even if there was only the faintest possibility of discovery. They needed everyone to go along with their plan.”
“I thought there were drugs that didn't leave a trace,” Felicity added.
“Potassium chloride breaks down in the system,” Sonya explained. “But there's always a chance of the wrong dose either giving them away or else not doing the job. Plus, old habits die hard. Why go through all that work when there is a faster, more effective way to get the job done?”
“Air Embolism,” Moto interjected. “It's totally undetectable. A direct injection of air via syringe to any vein causes the chambers of the heart to fill with air as well, which causes a heart attack.”
“Wouldn't that leave some kind of visible mark?” I asked.
“Not if a small enough gauge needle was used,” Sonya offered. “Like the kind people use for insulin.”
“The General was a diabetic,” I said, suddenly getting the connection. “The guys who found his body probably never even checked for puncture wounds, and even if they did they'd be explained away as part of him taking his daily insulin dose.”
“Now you're getting it,” Moto said. “They mask the crime of murder with a natural cause of death like a heart attack. No one was the wiser.”
“Covering up murder is just part of the job description with these people,” Sonya said in disgust.
“I became the guy in charge, but right away I knew something wasn't quite right,” Moto admitted. “I couldn't shake the feeling that General Conrad had been murdered for questioning the secret project, but I didn't have any proof. I started asking questions about the project, but Franco told me that all his information was classified and only available on a need-to-know basis. The more I pushed him on details about it, the more tense things got. He refused to even tell me who he was reporting to, and at one point challenged me to a fight in front of the men to settle it once and for all. Two nights later Sonya tracked them into the labs. The next day I sent you to Freedom Town. That night Sonya and I hatched a plan.”
“Our first of many secret missions of our own,” Sonya said with excitement.
“We hid her on the base all day long and when night came she broke into the lab once more, stealing all the files on synthesis along with every last sample of Ibogaine, including the clones now growing below us.”
“Basically, I wiped out their entire operation,” Sonya rightfully bragged.
“How did she get off the base unnoticed?” I asked.
“I left a pair of keys along with a uniform and a clearance badge in one of the Humvees,” Moto admitted.
“What about your hair?” Felicity asked.
“I wore a hat. Honestly, they never gave me a second look. They saw the clearance and just waved me through. I drove out with the plants and the data, and they sealed the gates behind me like nothing had happened.”
“The next day Franco came storming into my room right after sun up,” Moto explained. “He was so angry it looked like steam was going to come out of his ears. He started accusing me of aiding and abetting the enemy, telling me it was treason and that he'd see that I got what was coming to me for it. He was no longer calm and in control. It was like the mask was off and what was underneath was slightly less than human – almost like a demon.”
“So what did you do?” I asked, needing to know more.
“I told him that I had no idea what he was talking about. I got real angry right back, yelling in his face that I was now the commanding officer in charge, and that if he ever spoke to me like that again I'd have him court-martialed, or worse. I figured the only way out at that point was to feign ignorance and pretend to be outraged by his accusations. It worked for a minute too.”
“How do
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