Mike could only give Briggs a sympathetic look. It was like they always said: it wasn't about the sex, it was about power. If he were being kept just for sex, it wouldn't be so bad. He knew if he told Briggs that it was really for some sort of perverse, kinky torture, he'd never agree to let Mike stay behind.

"Probably. And if he didn't already give you something to..." even as he started to say it, his gaze drifted to the vent. Then around the room for any other means of delivery. "...make it inevitable, he'll try something else." He yanked the shirt off the camera and moved to try and stuff it in the vent. "Look for any way a gas or something could get into the room!"