We piled into Bev's office while she compared the two Howzels.
Adam and Valik had gone to the Dark Wing to grab Joren when he was hauled in by his arms, his feet dragged along the ground and his head lulled from the heavy punches Valik had thrown to knock him out.
He handed the unused sedative needle to Bev and shrugged at her as they tossed him on the bed and strapped him in with the thick restraints that sat tucked under the bed.
A strap crossed his head, throat, chest and legs, with circular binds holding his wrists and ankles.
Bev loaded a new needle with some of the Howzel I had made and stepped beside me while Adam and Valik rechecked the restraints before standing back to give Bev room.
She moved, quickly when I nodded at her, she drove the needle into the small exposed part o
