Lilianna, who was supposed to be inside the second virtual pod, was halfway slumped against him. The man's gloved hand held an empty small glass vial.
Lilianna's lips were wet with an unknown tinted liquid. Her throat reflexively swallowed, and her lashes fluttered.
Neville's virtual pod looked like it was still closed, but she could clearly see that it was only halfway.
The transparent dome was raised at an unnatural angle, propped open just enough for someone to fit a hand inside. A small black device had been clamped onto Neville's forehead; its many tiny lights were blinking rapidly.
"AAAAHHHH!!!"
Sarah was so disoriented and shocked by what was happening that she could only scream. But she also knew that she had messed up because the masked man's head snapped up.
She caught the gleam of his eyes. Then his shoulders sagged exasperatedly.
"Oh, for fuck's sake," the man muttered.
