“These just came from Haworth Labs. Apparently Miss Boyle has had another conflagration of inspiration,” Sergeant Sargent explained to Chief Inspector Peters, placing a pill bottle filled with pitch black capsules on the edge of his desk for Peters to take.
“They call it Oblivion. Makes one forget everything. Entirely. The Chief Constable feels these would be best applied on Skippers trying to leave town via the Britannia Bridge. Orders are that anyone caught trying to leave should be forcibly administered one of these and sent back the way they came.”
Peters collected the pill bottle and nodded an acknowledgement that could be easily misconstrued as agreement.
As he entered the elevator and the doors closed him off from the rest of Central, he regarded the pills in his hand with measured alarm. He supposed Sally Boyle more than anyone understood the want – the need, even – to forget. Still, she had to know making a drug like this was incredibly dangerous. The constabulary’s use for it was downright benign compared to how a drug like Oblivion could be used. In the wrong hands…
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