When he came back to consciousness, it felt as though he had been drugged. Not only that, but he had a lingering feeling on his lips, as though he had just been kissed. Opening his eyes, he saw a large form looming over him. The face was silhouetted by the illumination panel in the ceiling, but the deep voice that spoke sounded oddly familiar.
“Wait a minute,” it said. “I’ll give you something for the after-effects.”
There was prick on his arm, and strong fingers rubbed the flesh. A wave of clarity began to steal over Carl. Blinking, he looked up at the figure kneeling over him.
“Todd!” he said at last, for it was Todd Berkeley, wearing the combat gear of the OS Marines.
Todd grinned and nodded. But then he looked at his wrist.
“C’mon,” he said. “I’ve come to get you out of here.”
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