This was intended to be a quick bash at Mondays Finish The Story for August 3rd 2015. Thanks to Barbara W. Beacham for the prompt.
“The team employed the use of Nightshade to get the information they wanted from their captive.” They’d found, through a process of trial and error that this was the most effective agent. The subjects might not agree, but they’d been aware of the risks when they signed up.
“I’ll need the location,” said Vansitart, the syringe poised over the cannula, a stern look in his eye. Across the room, his assistant,Torrens, said nothing.
“Go to hell,” the Subject spat.
Vansitart let his thumb hover over the syringe, offered the Subject a mock-sympathetic smile, “That’s your answer?”
The Subject made to look as though he was thinking it over. In the end, the threat of a near-fatal bolus of atropine won out, “It’s in Leicester.”
Vansitart looked across the room at Torrens. After a moment, the taciturn
assistant nodded. “He’s correct, Chris. The National Space Museum is located in Leicester.”
Vansitart smiled, and turned to the subject. “Congratulations, Geoff. You’re through to the next round.”
The Subject nodded but he didn’t have the decency to look grateful. Vansitart couldn’t understand it. He was a contestant on the highest rated gameshow in history. Most subjects would give their right arm for that…
Vansitart made a mental note to call his producer. He’d had an idea.