Omi squirmed on the floor to resituate himself to be facing the wall. Physical barriers were impossible, so a psychological one would have to do.
He, too, wanted to plot. His options were incredibly limited, and with things as they stood... barring an astronomically unlikely rescue, he would be facing questions again all too soon. Batman had implied that while a technical right to silence existed, that didn't mean all he had to do was keep his mouth shut for a few days. They were determined to get more information from him. That information was going to cause trouble. And the last few minutes had shown that even if he was careful, he was still likely to help them learn things they shouldn't learn.
Omi did not want to be the reason Kritiker was dissolved. He did not want to be the reason Ken, Youji and Aya went to jail. His thoughts traveled, once more, to the small drugged dart tucked against the roof of his mouth. Most of the time, it was a close-range defense for emergencies, when his hands were restricted. In an unconventional sort of way, he supposed that was the case here as well.
Most likely, it wasn't enough for any permanent solution, but if he was lucky, maybe, given his small size and younger age. It was a chance he would have to take. There might not be another opportunity where he was more likely to go unnoticed. He was lying down with his back to the others. If it was enough... it would probably need a few minutes. It would be better if the initial drop didn't draw attention. This was a good time.
He freed the needle with his tongue and considered where best to direct it. Leaving the mouth was out of the question. That would be noticed. Cheek... Lip... Tongue... The tongue probably had the most direct blood flow. He braced the dart against a lower molar, took one slow, final breath for preparation, and shoved the underside of his tongue against the tip.
He barely made a sound from the pain. Within seconds, consciousness was gone.
no subject
He, too, wanted to plot. His options were incredibly limited, and with things as they stood... barring an astronomically unlikely rescue, he would be facing questions again all too soon. Batman had implied that while a technical right to silence existed, that didn't mean all he had to do was keep his mouth shut for a few days. They were determined to get more information from him. That information was going to cause trouble. And the last few minutes had shown that even if he was careful, he was still likely to help them learn things they shouldn't learn.
Omi did not want to be the reason Kritiker was dissolved. He did not want to be the reason Ken, Youji and Aya went to jail. His thoughts traveled, once more, to the small drugged dart tucked against the roof of his mouth. Most of the time, it was a close-range defense for emergencies, when his hands were restricted. In an unconventional sort of way, he supposed that was the case here as well.
Most likely, it wasn't enough for any permanent solution, but if he was lucky, maybe, given his small size and younger age. It was a chance he would have to take. There might not be another opportunity where he was more likely to go unnoticed. He was lying down with his back to the others. If it was enough... it would probably need a few minutes. It would be better if the initial drop didn't draw attention. This was a good time.
He freed the needle with his tongue and considered where best to direct it. Leaving the mouth was out of the question. That would be noticed. Cheek... Lip... Tongue... The tongue probably had the most direct blood flow. He braced the dart against a lower molar, took one slow, final breath for preparation, and shoved the underside of his tongue against the tip.
He barely made a sound from the pain. Within seconds, consciousness was gone.