Chapter 5:

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"Where is he?" A gruff voice demanded harshly, laced with irritation.

"Relax Agent Ryder....." A second voice, though this was more laid back, "Even if he tried to escape, we gave him a little something in his drink. Anyone who's had any of his drink in particular within the past hour will begin to experience some rather unpleasant effects-- possibly death, though that's not likely unless he treated himself to a little over half.

Ryder frowned, obviously very much disliking this plan. An entire party just to get rid of some kid on a money driven joy ride? It was over the top. Too over the top. Why not just offer him a drink in an act of kindness in his office? No... This man was planning something more than just a simple capture.

"I don't like your plan Wyatt.... You realize that messing with an FBI Agent is a federal felony, correct....?"

Alan merely grinned and topped off the Agent's drink, "Again... Relax...~"

Suddenly, Ryders champagne didn't seem to be nearly as appetizing as it had been earlier glowing under the crystalline light.


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