"We may have to face the truth, Sarah." I sighed.
"Truth?" Sarah asked.
"That he's a criminal." I replied.
"Or that the Dealer affected him somehow." Sarah replied. "That blood on your uniform from him, I tested it and I got a chemical feedback. Some new chemical that the Dealer was putting out. I'm looking for an antidote, but it may take a while."
I looked at Sam, whose uniform had been replaced Von civilian clothes and his utility gürtel taken away, still unconscious on the couch where we had handcuffed him.
"How long should it take?" I asked.
"As long as Du make it." Sarah replied.
"What?"
"The computer...
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