Vincent took the syringe, came to me, tore open my uniform collar and injected all the liquid. The neurotransmitter was far stronger than I expected. As soon as it was injected, it felt like a bomb exploded in my brain.
All my defenses collapsed. The machine’s power flooded my mind, violently stealing my memories. I screamed, my body shaking uncontrollably.
Blood and white foam poured from my mouth; the pain in my head was unbearable. I felt myself slipping into unconsciousness, my body growing so light it seemed I might float away.
But Vincent didn’t notice my suffering, his eyes glued to the screen. “Keep going! Don’t stop! I want to see the crime scene! I want to know who the murderer is!”
The machine’s warnings became louder and more urgent.
“Warning! The subject’s brain is failing fast!”
“Warning! Brain death expected in three minutes!”
“Warning! Stop the extraction immediately!”
But no one stopped. They all wanted to know the secret this man had hidden while protecting the murderer for five years.
My shaking worsened; my body felt drained and I slowly collapsed. My mind was fading and confused.