For the first time, Sergeant smiled.
I backed to the door and turned the knob behind my back. It wouldn't
open.
I turned around and rattled it, pulled on it, braced my foot against
the wall and tugged.
"Locked," Sergeant supplied.
He was coming toward me, I could tell. I wheeled and faced him. He had
a hypodermic needle. It was the smallest one I had ever seen and it had
an iridescence or luminosity about it, a gleaming silver dart.