> She can see Fox laying next to her, very much in the same shape that she is in.
>Down, unable to do much of anything, but not out.
>
> A quick scna of her field of view also reveals a being that could be one of her
>attackers. She recognizes him... he is one of Shorty's assoiciates. She hears...
>
> "They were asking too many questions. Put them on ice for a bit. I will see
>just how much the Fleetie Captain will pay for the information and for them."
>
> "What about Shorty?", another replies.
>
> "What about him? How is he going to know about this?"
>
> "I'm just sayin' that he will not like this. For one they paid a good price for
>the information- you know a deal is a deal, and two the male and Shorty have
>connections. They go back a ways."
>
> "You let me worry about that...."
>
> Fox mouths so that Carrhae can read his lips, "Looks like I picked the wrong thug to
>pay..."
She slowly closed her eyes and re-opened them to acknowledge. "Ideas?" she mouthed.
He shook his head 'No', but mouthed, "I can make out 4 distinct beings, but I am
not sure exactly how many."
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Carefully, she tried to moved her hands.
She was able to move her fingers, but moving her arms would take move effort. The
drug that they were hit with attacked the nervous system by inhibiting/slowing the
communication from the brain to the limbs. While one could move them, it took great
effort, and fine or subtle control was lost. Good thing that the effect were only
temporary.
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