Adele watches as Marsel's body stills completely. His muscles, once tense with defiance, go slack. His chest barely rises. His breath slows. Too slow.
She frowns. The numbing agent is supposed to paralyze, but the way he is reacting, it doesn't seem like the normal paralyzation.
She doesn't dwell on that much.
"Take him to the lower levels," she orders briskly, masking the sudden unease curling in her stomach. "Make sure he's restrained."
Two guards lift Marsel's limp body and haul him away.
Adele exhales sharply. One problem down.
Now for the next.
She steps into the hallway, eyes scanning the frantic movement around her.
The hospital's true purpose is at risk of being exposed. Someone, or something
, has been watching them, and she refuses to be caught off guard.