The team employed the use of Nightshade to get the information they wanted from their captive. Surprising enough crushing seeds, and a vodka bottle later, the mind cried out for assistance. Its toxins racing through open veins with flames erupting at every joint in the body. It was just a crystal bottle marked vodka, placed with water next to it. They always went for the vodka.
Joseph looked a the paper. Shrugged and returned a distaining glance at the Prosecutor.
“What would you like us to do? Let them go back to the rat’s shit hole. When they come back with bigger deadlier explosives maybe they have your address instead. Bleeding hearts. You want to be safe. But don’t like the price of business!”