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The familiar taste of the truth serum, metallic and sour, flooded my mouth, reminding me of its impending effects.
As the holo-monitor flickered to life, I closed my eyes, trying to calm my racing heart.
All our plans, all our hopes rested on this moment.
I could no longer simply be a passive observer.
I had to take control.
The first image on the holo-monitor was of a dark, winding corridor, but I pushed it away, focusing my mind and my energy elsewhere.
Instead, I imagined Ellie’s face, her determined eyes, and that faint hint of defiance she wore so well.
Beside her, I saw myself.
I could see us, as if I were floating above, watching the duo as they darted through corridor after corridor, avoiding guards and taking hidden routes.
I imagined the heat of the walls as we pressed against them, listening for approaching footsteps, and the tension in the air, thick enough to cut.
“What do you see?” The Supervisor’s voice broke through my concentration, insistent and demanding.
Taking a deep breath, I began my tale. “I see a figure. He… seems to be on the move. He has someone with him.”
“Who?” the Supervisor interjected.
Ellie.
It’s Ellie.
But I couldn’t admit that, not without giving away our plan of escape. “It’s… a female with striking green eyes, and the other is a tall, muscular male. They seem to be plotting, planning an escape route.”
I continued to weave the story, giving vague descriptions, mentioning corridors, hidden alcoves, and secret passages, all the while emphasizing the need to intercept and prevent their escape.
I felt a bead of sweat form on my brow, the weight of the lie pressing down on me.
Despite the truth serum coursing through my veins, I wasn’t lying about the vision; I was simply choosing which parts to share and which to keep hidden.
I could only hope the Supervisor wouldn’t see through the ruse.
At least, not yet.
There was a pause after I finished speaking, a heavy silence that settled in the room.
I could hear my own heartbeat, thudding loudly in my ears.
I strained, trying to pick up any sound, any clue to the Supervisor’s thoughts.
Had he bought it?
After what felt like an eternity, the Supervisor finally responded, his tone unreadable. “Thank you, Ceara. Your information is invaluable.”
I exhaled, relief flooding through me, though I was careful not to let it show.
As the machine powered down and the straps were released, I felt a wave of exhaustion hit me.
My limbs were heavy, my mind foggy, but beneath it all was a shimmer of hope.
For the first time, I felt like we were one step ahead.
