***Manuel***
A low mumble made me snap my head around. I saw my guest starting to stir a bit as his hand approached his face. His eyes slowly open, rolling his head to the side. Rising up a bit, he shakes his head; I'm sure he feels as if he is in a fog. Being tranquilized, I'm sure, is not a pleasant feeling,
"What the hell," He whispers, pinching his eyes closed. His movements are slow, sluggish, as he tries to stand up,
Clearing my throat got his attention. His head whipped around, causing him to stagger a bit; when he got himself right again, his eye locked on me,
"Who the hell are you, and what do you want?" His voice sounds scratchy. He licks his lips,
"Who I am is no concern, but what I want, well now that is something you are going to be able to help me with,"
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