Sorah Kavel lead her friend down the darkening alley. Street lights were beginning to pop on here and there, but it was still light enough to see without them. They had left their speeder several klicks away in a safe place and walked the rest of the way. No need for the local police force to check out a strange vehicle parked in a deserted alley for several hours, not tonight anyway.
The two women raised the overhead door just high enough to duck under, then closed it again. It was a moment before Sorah found the light switch.
"What an incredible smell you have here," Marla said in obvious disgust, just as the glow strips flickered on. She looked at the gore covered man strapped to the durasteel chair which was the obvious source of the smell. It had apparently gotten quite warm in the enclosed warehouse with no ventilation and the blood and open wounds had begun to sour.
The man didn't stir as they approached. "Well, he was still alive when I left him," Sorah said, doubtful that her prisoner had remained so during her absence.
Marla opened the black case she had brought with her and pulled out a pair of black disposable gloves. She snapped them into place before touching the man's neck, feeling for a pulse. "He's alive still, but barely. You sure didn't leave me much to work with."
"He wasn't talking, and I was getting desperate... and emotional," Sorah said apologetically.
Marla chuckled. "Never a good combination." She turned back to the case and pulled out several injectors, then turned her full attention back to the prisoner.
Sticking him in neck with the first one, he inhaled sharply and his eyes flew open as his body went rigid for a moment. He looked around wildly eventually focusing on the two women. "I see you brought friends to our little party," he said defiantly, although with some effort. It was clear the pain was great.
"Now, now... don't be so flippant," Marla said as she started sticking other injectors into various locations on his body: shoulders, thighs, neck, buttocks.
He began to looked confusedly at her. "What are you doing to me?"
"Yeah, what are you doing to him?" Sorah demanded. She had noticed that the wounds on her prisoner seemed to be closing a bit and already they were no longer oozing. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were giving him bacta stims and pain killers."
"First I shot him with some adrenaline to wake him up and dull the pain a bit, then I did inject him with bacta stims and pain killers," Marla replied.
Sorah stared at her friend gape mouthed while the man chuckled. "If you're trying to get information out of me by healing me, I think you need to look up the definition of 'torture' again."
"Please tell me you're doing this so that he can take more punishment or something like that," Sorah said, still not understanding.
Marla smiled. "Oh, no, nothing like that," she began. "See, the technique I'm about to use works strictly on the brain, makes it feel and sense things that aren't really happening... but if there is a substantial amount of real pain, it will override what I'm about to do."
"What are you about to do?" Sorah asked.
"I'm going to inject him with some experimental nano-machines. Originally, they were designed to be therapeutic, to heal certain parts of the brain. It works just like it should on certain species... but in human brains... not so much..." she explained.
Marla turned to the prisoner. "Before we do this, would you like to tell us what we want to know? I promise a quick and painless death if you cooperate."
The man snarled. "The Hell with both of you." he cursed, then spit.
"That's too bad for you," Marla said. She handed the injector to Sorah. "Would you like to do the honors?"
Sorah smiled. "Absolutely." She took the object and walked over to the prisoner. She bent down and as she jabbed the auto-injecting syringe into his neck, she whispered, "This is for Dre."
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