Jorge and Dr. Molina arrived at the top floor before dusk. The thunderstorm outside was not something they expected. It darkened the night sky too early. Jorge had his backpack on and a full-body harness while Dr. Molina carried with him a black briefcase.
"There's no more time." The doctor opened his briefcase and unpacked the shiny metallic gun. "Time for injection."
Jorge raised his sleeve, and Dr. Molina pushed the gun deep into Jorge's upper arm.
"Aw…that hurt a bit," Jorge exclaimed.
Dr. Molina replaced the gun on his briefcase and examined Jorge's eye with his small penlight.
"Your pupils are constricted. Ready for an adventure?"
"Yes. But-"
"What?" Dr. Molina.
"I am jumping 150 meters below."
"Yes."
"For sure, if something bad happened. It would kill me straight."
"You are worrying. Let me tie a rope on you."