Drabble for Double Danger (available on YouTube...shhhh; you didn't hear that from me).
The Hardest Choice
Dr. Quest was glad when Race—the real one—appeared, and his family rescued him so resourcefully from Zin's gun-wielding interrogator and the eerily familiar face, which had crumpled with anger and growled intimidating threats in his ear. The threats meant little to him—he had heard so very many in his still-young life, the notions of electric chairs and near-death beatings and starvation were old news by now, and he'd learnt that few of them had any intention of actually harming him, anyway.
Of course, minions of Zin did mean business, he knew very well, particularly when such a major punishment was at risk of falling upon them if they failed—Zin had miniscule hesitation about taking the lives of those who displeased him, and seemed to enjoy getting creative with the techniques. Still, Benton Quest was many things, but he had never considered himself a coward. Beyond that, he was not a traitor; he had been given a severe task, and it was his duty—as a man, if nothing else—to give his life to protect the formula which could do such damage to innocent lives.
Even with this conviction, he was never gladder to be saved in all his life from the "bad guys" (as the boys referred to them), for when Korchek wrenched his arm so painfully behind his back that he feared it would snap in seconds, and spat the one last desperate threat, "I say you will give me the formula now, if you wish to see your son again," Benton Quest knew that he would never have the strength to make the choice while his young son's smiling face was at the front of his mind.