"Welcome Officer Haywood." The voice now chilly, and familiar: Jakki Collie. It's the voice of one of the criminal leaders. One whose operation you helped smash. A vicious woman, who rose from being a simple streetwalker to having her own stable of girls.
"Doctor Singh!" you bellow, as loudly as you can manage.
"Don't worry, the room is sound-proofed." Jakki assured him.
"You won't worry about that sore ankle after the auto-docs have finished with you."
Heading to the door. Well, hatch. There's no handle, no hinge.... no way for you to force it open. You suspect that it's probably stainless steel and beyond your strength.
"I did think about operating without the anasthetic. But, I'm assured you probably wouldn't survive. So..."
The hiss from overhead, alerts you to the anasthetic being added to the air. Your time is rapidly running out.
"The pain apparently is excruciating, and the surgery requires the precision of a docile patient. Nighty-night, sleep tight..." Her mocking laughter chases you into unconsciousness.
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