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He couldn't move. He wasn't tied down, but he couldn't move. How in hell did she get him into the bathtub? The water was slowly rising. He could hear the water running from the tub's faucet. Not fast, but enough to know he was going to die a nasty watery dead. He could feel the water level was right below his ears.
 
"Don't feel bad, she's bested our best too."
 
He fought inward against his own body's lack of ability to move as he tried to find the man behind the words.
 
"You must mean something to her or you'd be dead. My best bet is she used a nerve toxin. I believe it's in the water, which posses a problem here. I can't just reach in and pull the plug.

"No, but you can turn off the damn water!" Billy wanted to scream, but not even a squeak came out.
 
"Okay. The test result shows nothing on the faucets."
 
A hand reached over and turned off the water. "I'll be right back. You have to have something in this place for me to use."

A nerve toxin. Only he would fall for someone trained in, well, trained in what? Counterintelligence? Intelligence? He must mean something to her? What did she do to people she didn't like, did he even want to know. And just who in hell was the guy rescuing him?
 
"Ah, I found some grilling hotdog tongs."