By the time Mike's ready to come out, Ba'al moved to the office area of the room. Unlike his sparce office at the company, this one appears to more lived in. His desk down here is an antique, well used and more what you'd expect from someone running a criminal empire. On the back wall there's a work table. It's cluttered with various pieces of technology - some of it dissembled, some of it looking completely alien. There are tools and devices for working with delicate electronics. Another wall is devoted to storage, locked storage, including two safes of differing sizes.
"You have questions," Ba'al comments without looking up. He's standing over his desk, intently going over some papers. "Ask them."
The drug he put in the bottled water would very slowly take affect. At first as a sort of heat in sensitive areas. An itch. A keen awareness of every sensation. Uncomfortable sensations begin to feel good.
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Date: 2018-08-25 03:58 am (UTC)"You have questions," Ba'al comments without looking up. He's standing over his desk, intently going over some papers. "Ask them."
The drug he put in the bottled water would very slowly take affect. At first as a sort of heat in sensitive areas. An itch. A keen awareness of every sensation. Uncomfortable sensations begin to feel good.