Alain Dupont had been feeling strange things in his body for a moment. His lips went numb, and he had a blurry vision. He tried to report the problem to a flight attendant, but his tongue and jaw wouldn’t obey. It was as if his muscles had fallen asleep, and worse, he could feel his energy draining away at an alarming rate. Michel Madison was watching him through his ebony eyes, smirking.
“You shouldn’t have drunk that vodka, Alain.”
Dupont stared at the empty glass but couldn’t connect the dots. Why had he mentioned vodka? Was it so obvious that he wasn’t feeling well? Sure enough, he could hardly shut his mouth completely. His lips were dazed as if he’d just come out of a dentist’s appointment. He looked at Madison anxiously.
“We didn’t think you’d drink it that fast. I don’t know wha
