Dagger fought against the drug coursing through his system. His partially numb fingers moved down to his waist and fumbled for the laser pistol he was wearing. He was lying on his side, tilted forward, so neither Kelman nor the assassin he had hired saw the movement of his hand under his jacket.
Kelman had finally made a deadly mistake. Over the past two years, Dagger had been pumped full of the sedatives so many times, that his body had developed a resistance to it until it took a larger dose to knock him out. The small dose might have knocked him down, but it hadn’t totally incapacitated him.
Dagger heard what Kelman planned to do. This time, he was going to finish the man. His fingers tightened around the grip of the laser pistol when he heard Kelman order the man to shoot him.
Breat
