330 Into the Darkness (1/2)
Trism eyed the tied up prisoner on the bed and smiled while he placed a small pouch on the table. He unrolled the leather pouch with a flourish like a performer doing a performance for the audience.
He hummed to himself and removed a syringe and a tiny glass bottle with a printed ”XP - 117” on the labeling. He placed them side by side and even took the time to slip on a pair of surgical gloves before he poked the syringe into the bottle of clear liquid and pulled the plunger back slowly.
Trism stood over the tied up prisoner who was staring with anger at him and he flicked the syringe a couple of times, tapped the air bubbles up and pushing them out by squeezing the plunger. ”Now we don't want to have air bubbles in your veins do we?”
Mills and Tyrier stood at the doorway and eyed Trism's work. ”What's that?” Mills asked curiously.
”Truth serum,” Trism replied as he patted the left arm of struggling prisoner, finding the vein.
”Huh?” Mills was surprised. ”Does it work?”
”You asking me when it's you hoomans who made it,” Trism replied without turning his head. ”Ahh... hold still, you don't want this needle to break inside your arm do you?”
”Take a deep breath, it only going to hurt like a tiny ant bite!” Trism slowly stabbed the needle into the vein of the wide eyed prisoner who stared in fright at the needle going into his flesh. ”There... and we are done!”
He removed the syringe after injecting the prisoner with its chemical contents and packed his stuff carefully back into the pouch.
”Hmm...” Mills frowned. ”I don't think truth serums work all the time...”
”Ah... yes, that is true, hence I will also cast charm and confusion on him,” Trism said. ”With the combination of the drug and spells, he will tell else everything we need to know!”
Mills turned to Tyrier and raised an eyebrow to which Tyrier just gave a helpless shrug. ”You can do that?”
”Yes,” Trism stood over the prisoner started to act intoxicated. ”We tested and even had it done on ourselves during training.”
”Damn...” Mills whispered. ”I so do not want to know how the hell Naval Intel trains their people...”
Trism placed his hand before the face of the prisoner and a couple of glowy magic circles appeared and chanted the magic verses, ”Lesser Confusion!”
”Lesser Charm!” He cast another spell after the prisoner was hit with a confusion spell which left the prisoner moaning behind his gag.
Trism lifted the eyelids of the prisoner and checked the pupils, finding them dilated. He removed the gag of the prisoner and the prisoner gave a lopsided smile at Trism. ”He's ready for questions.”
Both Mills and Tyrier walked over and joined Trism at the bedside. Trism gently patted the head of the prisoner and smiled, ”Tell me your name.”
”M- my na- name is, Sa... Sam Holt...” The prisoner smiled back. ”Y... you are nic- nice...!”
”Good, good!” Trism praised the prisoner. ”Now, tell me, what do you do here?”
”I- I am... the... Stalker... Branch... Master... of Norshelm...” The prisoner muttered. ”I... am in charge of all the... Guild affairs... here...”
”Who is the masked man?” Trism asked next.
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”He is... an Adjuncator...” He replied with a silly smile. ”Hehe... pretty colors!”
”What does he do?” Trism leaned closer and whispered into the prisoner's ear. ”And how do I find him?”
”He... judges... which... contracts to take...” The prisoner said. ”You... can find... him... here!”
”Here?” Trism asked. ”Where is here?”
The prisoner giggled and wiggled his hands in an effort to point a direction before he gave up, unable to understand why he can't move his hands. ”He... is downstairs...”
”How do I go downstairs to find him?” Trism slowly and carefully said each word.
”In the... salon...” The prisoner turned and looked at Trism with glassy eyes. ”Push... the switch under... the second window frame... It will... open the way... hehe!”
”Any surprises?” Trism asked again. ”Traps? Locked doors?”
”Ye- yes... much... traps! Hehe!” The prisoner giggled again. ”Key... will... stop... traps!”
”Is there another way in?” Trism asked again. ”Into the underground where the Adjudicator is at?”
”Many ways... in and out!” The delirious prisoner said. ”Many ways!”
”Is there a map of the underground?” Trism patted the man's head.
”No.. maps!” The prisoner smiled. ”All in... head!”
Trism turned around and Tyrier gave a nod before he left the room and gathered his men with him. ”Let's go, we found our way in.”
”Tavel, is the spell totally disarmed?” Tyrier gestured to the door frame.
”Yup, while you guys are having fun inside,” Tavel grinned and removed the necklace off the frame. ”I messed up spell's structure since we have the key.”
”Good, bring it,” Tyrier said. ”We are going down to the salon!”
They made their way down past the Marines stationed at the stairs and entered the high windowed salon. ”There should be a hidden switch under the second window frame, but which...” Tyrier said.