Four hours had passed since Giles had plunged 450 micrograms of LSD into Rudy. It was the third time he'd shot him up at intervals of six hours, increasing the dosage by 50 micrograms each time. He wondered how much more the doctor could take before his heart would give out. And on top of it all, the man had said nothing useful. Giles was beginning to be sorry he involved himself with this one. He was the one taking all the risks; Jai Shan-Wang was safely in another country, as were the other men who had actually taken Wells. But Giles was the one charged with torturing the man into talking. And for a paltry $30,000. He shook his head. He should have asked for more money.
He turned his attention back to Rudy, who was screaming to be released from his bonds. Giles walked over to Wells, and spoke to him.
"Dr. Wells, can you hear me?"
"Yes."
"If you tell me about some top-level projects at the OSI, I'll let you loose."
"What do you want to know?"
"You can choose, just make it of great interest to others."
"Others?"
"Yes. Others. Those not of the OSI."
Panic began to fill Rudy's eyes, and Giles couldn't figure out why. Rudy now understood why he was here: he was going to be judged for all of the questionable things he'd done in his life. For killing Tommy, for creating cyborgs, for performing experiments on human beings in the name of science..... He would be judged and condemned. That's what the blur in front of him was about to do. Rudy screamed at the entity before him, as hard as he could. And after about ten minutes of it, Giles had heard enough. He released the leather straps that held Wells in the chair, and watched a man who should have been in far too much pain to move, run across the room, and begin to beat his head into the wall.
And as Rudy succumbed to his wounds, both self-inflicted and sustained courtesy of Jonathan Giles, he fell to the floor, unconscious. Giles went to him, and felt for a pulse, but if there was one, he could not find it.