Jason handed the extra gun to Abel, and to Abel's surprise, he could see the protruding edge of a syringe from Jason's pocket .
"In the next room bro… be there in a minute," Jason said.
Abel didn't need to think deeply to know what would happen. In a way, he felt thankful for Jason's tact.
Even if this men deserved every bit that was coming, doing it in front of Hilsa, who had just begun to relax, would likely trigger something in her—or worse, make her assume they were just like the others altogether. And with time against them, dragging their progress back was not an option.
Abel knew they were playing a dangerous game, as the other guards might return at any moment.
He poked his head outside before pulling Hilsa toward the next room.
Behind them, Jason walked in front of the doctor and pulled out the syringe. He smiled, seeing the petrified look on the man's face.
