Until Sing’s text lets me know that Hellena is on the move. She and Gavin are out and about. Which means we need to get Sing back on Hellena duty now in case Vice goes after her.
And I need to get into place to ensure this doesn’t go to shit.
Enter Doctor Oxy.
Inserting myself is as easy as making a call on the doctor’s old cell phone. Using the pretense of asking after his ‘patient’s’ wellbeing.
In other words, looking to get paid. Looking to get pills.
What great timing, Vice needs just such a doctor to administer some very sensitive medication.
Gavin drives. I change. He drops me off at the Devonde building.
“How fast does it work?” Marco’s eyes glisten in the green and red lights of the abandoned lab.
“From what I’ve seen so far, it’s almost instantaneous,” I reply, my voice shaking. “This drug is unbelievable.”
“Considering a sample for yourself?” Vice sneers, his disdain for the doctor’s addiction plain.
“I already come to your beck and call.”
“And cost me a fortune.”
I only grin in response, redirecting my attention to the woman on the platform.
“Now stay quite still, Miss Michaels. Too much and you’ll start foaming at the mouth and die a horrible, miserable death.”
Her struggling stills some, but she’s in a panic.
I can’t be sure she’s even realized it’s me this time.
“Fuck you. Do your worst, you sicko.”
She lunges forward, trying to bite at my face as I lean down.
Jerking back out of reach, I snatch her face in one hand before one of Vice’s massive gorillas can strike her for the move.
“Ah-ah! Don’t make me gag you for your own safety.” I tilt her face to look at me.
We lock eyes.
Her lip curls.
“Hold her still,” I ask, gesturing. “Gently.”
“Careful! I don’t want her bruised for the wedding,” Marco hums, and I nearly break character.
Son of a bitch.
Focus.
Swabbing the skin at her elbow with iodine, I set the needle.
“Kind of you to practice cleanliness before you poison me.”
“I’m a doctor, not a butcher.” And I slide it in. Drive the plunger.
And pray that she goes along with it.