"Strips more than just freedom," he gravels. Yes, fear gas was always a terrible experience, and he hated it each and every time.
Five minutes. Okay, he'd done worse in less. "Okay, in the next three minutes, tell me everything you know of the place and the way they're transporting the fear gas, container sizes and all, I'll go from there." As she talks, he crouches on the roof to take out things from his belt and catalogue what he has to work with here. Not enough for something like this but it'll have to do.
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