Pshh-
A dose of potent anesthetic plunged into the back of the director's neck before he could react.
The old director spread his arms with a (꒪Д꒪) expression, the documents in his hands fluttering all over the floor. His eyes widened and his hands trembled as the anesthetic took effect, making both legs shake and buckle.
Knocked out!
He had been knocked out!
The next moment, restrained by the hand and syringe behind him, the old director hit the ground with a thud and began twitching all over.
And in the final moment before the anesthetic overwhelmed him, he finally recognized it. This potent anesthetic seemed to be the very kind their Night Doctors had developed themselves...
"I... am... your..."
Pale-faced, he reached forward, struggling to identify himself.
Pshh-
Before he could finish, another syringe emptied into his backside.
(ヾﾉ꒪ཫ꒪) Pfft-
He still tried desperately to crawl forward, but it didn't do a damn thing.
Finally, a few seconds later, with that powerful figure behind him pinning down his backside, his strength gave out and he collapsed on the floor with an (x﹏x) expression.
A wisp of smoke slowly rose.
Seeing that he was thoroughly anesthetized, Lynn hoisted the old man onto his shoulder with practiced ease. He adjusted the communicator beside the ear of his Plague Doctor Mask, raised his head, and said:
"Area 4 is clear, but another suspected infected person ran into Area 5. I'll leave him to you!"
"Roger!"
With that, Lynn shouldered the old man, who was foaming at the mouth, and quickly turned and charged back into the white smoke over the square.
A little over ten minutes later.
Once the area had been cleared, all the patients who had come for treatment and been knocked out were gathered in the hall.
Through