Chapter 117: Visiting Madison (2)
"Really?" Jack asked. Did Madison mean she knew her from this jail, or from somewhere else?
"Yeah, she’s in my cell block. Just got here a few days ago. She’s actually talked to me a few times, and she seemed...different. She has this presence, like she owns the place, but also isn’t looking down on anyone. It was weird, but I felt like I could actually relax when we were talking, like nothing bad would happen while she was near."
As Madison was talking, Jack looked over at the woman. The guard had just left and as he watched; he saw the man make some kind of jerking motion, like he’d just slapped her hands or something. The woman flinched, said something, then slumped over like she’d just passed out.
Holy shit! He thought. What was that? He wasn’t sure, but it seemed like the woman looked shocked or angry or scared just before she slumped over. Was she dead, or just unconscious? Did the man just slap her hands, or did he jab her with something like a syringe?
His instincts were telling him something bad was going down, and he didn’t like being a powerless observer. So he took a snapshot, then his soul space self maxed his time ratio. Maybe he could figure out what had happened by examining the snapshot.
In his soul space lab, where he spent most of his time, he summoned the snapshot sphere he’d just created and zoomed in on the man in the room next to Jack and Madison. He found the man was still holding a pen in his hand, but when he look more closely, he saw that a small needle was sticking out of one end instead of a ballpoint pen tip.
Oh shit! Is this an assassination?!
This shit happened in movies and novels, not in real life. Not right in front of him.
Something in him screamed, "Hell no, not on my watch!"