Bouncing slightly in his chair, Dr. Leilend waved his hands in the air. “Exactly! You explained it perfectly. Except it doesn’t erase it, as much as disrupts it for a month or so.”
“With just one dose?”
“Yes! It just takes one dose. Amazing, isn’t it. The human brain.”
“And if you administer another dose? Does that extend the memory disruption?”
Dr. Leilend waved his hands again. “We don’t know! That is what is so exciting about my research. There is still so much to learn.”
Turning my attention back to cleaning my gun, I kept my voice casual. “I’m going to need a few samples of that drug.”
Dr. Leilend laughed.
Looking up, my brow lowered. “Did I say something funny, Doctor?”
Losing his previous excitement, the doctor shrank back in his seat and began to stammer. “It’s… it’s… not… not possible. It’s an extremely… extremely… dangerous drug, Your Grace. We are years away from a full human trial. Not to mention the ethical repercussions.”
Running my gloved hand over the long barrel, I didn’t even bother to look up. “You have a choice, Doctor. Either have your funding completely cut off or doubled.”
The doctor’s shoulders slumped. Standing, he lowered his head. “I will ship you two doses.”
“Double that, if you wouldn’t mind.”
His eyes widened but he slowly nodded and left my office.
Raising the rifle, I looked down the barrel, imagining a sleek, chestnut-haired fox within my sights, and pretended to pull the trigger.