Julie agreed. She didn’t really have any other choice. Watson placed his hand on her shoulder and pulled her gently after him.
She felt like a zombie under the influence of the dimetiltriptamin molecule.
*
“Sir! Wake up, sir!” John startled out of his sleep. To his great astonishment, the one who said this was not the man who usually slapped him in the face in case of danger. It was that girl who had translated for him. She was smiling at him with her beautiful eyes. “They want to talk to you.”
John felt like he’d slept only twenty minutes, but according to his watch it was early afternoon. He’d hardly slept the past few nights. He tottered out into the sunlight, covering his eyes with his hands, and looking through the gaps between his fingers to the four muscular men standing in fro
