The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife as the representatives stepped forward - one from each group vying for the life-saving antidote. Lola squared her shoulders, the snarling bulldog on her bicep seeming to come alive as she cracked her knuckles. Mike exhaled slowly, eyes narrowed in determination.
From the third group, a wiry young man named Trent strutted up, cocky smirk on his face. The fourth group's rep was a petite blonde named Sienna, who looked deceptively harmless in her floral sundress.
Each person introduced themselves to Adam as they stood in front of him.
"So what's the game, young man?" Lola asked Adam, her tone laced with barely-concealed impatience.
Adam smirked, relishing being in control. "Glad you asked. Each vase contains an envelope with a numeric code
