The team employed the use of Nightshade to get the information they wanted from their captive. “Anthony Becker, who do you work for?” The leader, Archer, spoke into a voice modifier.
Anthony groaned as the Nightshade took effect. It’s a special blend that only Archer knew of the ingredients. After all, he was the genius among this pathetic group of thugs. He glanced down at his watch. Exactly two hours left before the boss takes over.
He lightly tapped Anthony’s face, trying to wake him up. Anthony groaned again. “Anthony Becker, Who. Do. You. Work. For.”
Anthony suddenly perked awake. He looked around before realizing he was handcuffed. “Who the hell are you?”
“Who do you work for, Anthony?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about?”
“Oh, I think you do.” He can’t lie, thought Archer. The special ingredient in his Nightshade: Sodium Pentothal. Anthony opened his mouth and just about to speak when a loud bang went off. “Damn it!” Anthony was dead.