"As Dean heaved against his
restraints, the plastic bag came down over his head from behind. Telfer rested
against the control console while Bergmann taped the bag closed, holding Dean
away from anything that he might used to rupture the quickly-misting plastic,
one hand placed on his chest. Dean sank to his knees, his feet slipping on the
floor beneath him; he heaved at the restraints around his wrists but his
exertions became ever more feeble. Finally he slumped sideways to the floor,
the cloudy plastic inflated around his head like a grotesque bubble.
‘Bye,’ said Telfer into his
face..."
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