Chapter 119. Flask Flask: a narrow-necked glass container, typically conical or spherical, used in a laboratory to hold reagents or samples.

She poured the test tube contents in a flask. Damin hurried up as far as the strengths he had got back at the Chipirns let him. He felt the resistances steps after him like a predatory animal thirsty for blood. He felt their cold breath on his nape. Suddenly a strong punch and the ground on the face. One less Beatriz brought it up with coldness.

Damin breathed slowly not to wrap up the life his hunter thought yet robbed. He was focused on keeping the posture as he used to do in front of the yellow government seat; he was focusing on his cowardice. What? Are you going to lay down right there the whole day? Beatriz said.

Damin didnt answer, he expected she to get tired. It wasnt my intention to finish you off like a scared rabbit but if I have to do it, I will. Get up right now! Beatriz ordered.

Damin didnt want to give up so fast. Beatriz grabbed him by the neck and turn him over. Get up, now! She shouted.

Damin did what she told him. He even didnt notice how small she was and how big he was, the strength of the blow had upset his perception and Beatriz seemed to him like a powerful being capable of killing him with a slight movement. Youll never learn. Go ahead! Beatriz punched him again to make him walk.

Damin didnt know where to go but Beatriz directed him with strong and blunt punches. Youll have something interesting to say, at least; Im fed up with this long walks for nothing, we should kill you as soon as you cross the damn wire netting, you dont deserve it Beatriz ranted while pushing.

Damin didnt talk. Suddenly, another blow on the nape that knocked him down. This time he didnt react not for pretending death, this time Beatriz almost got it. He could hardly hear her messing around and, then, how she blindfolded his eyes. Get up, blonde! Beatriz pulled him How can people be afraid of you?

Things were calmer the rest of the way. Damin staggered hanging on Beatriz hand that kept him balanced. Wouldnt you think I was going to show you the way to my hiding place, we didnt run unnecessary risks She stopped walking dont misunderstand me, you are going to die, but I neither going to take the risk I had a fit and you get to run away.

Damin didnt talk. With one more push she sat him down on a wide chair that reminded of an armchair without upholstery, she tied his arms to the not-sanded wood, the legs to the feet, the chest to its back. Come on! To the point! Beatriz yelled what did you come for?

Damin didnt answer. Beatriz lost his temper, yanked the bandage out and knocked him down unconscious. Look man, this guy doesnt talk much, hes unconscious Beatriz talked on the phone. What did you do to him? Domingo asked laughing. Nothing, I slapped him a bit Beatriz detracted importance. Girl, this interrogation thing is like pouring chemical ingredients in a flask, slowly and carefully, hell speak Domingo recommended. I know, I know Beatriz said. You have to take all you can out of him, the woman she brought is one of ours and it doesnt make sense; nobody told us something was going on, or she had contacted with the government... a yellow guard in this, it doesnt make any sense - Domingo talked. Maybe he is not a guard, maybe they are wrong Beatriz said. Look, its more likely the woman isnt ours than this man isnt a guard, if you get something call me Domingo ended. Sure, sure Beatriz said over the free line tone.

She grabbed Damins face to check he really was unconscious not playing the fool like before. The unconsciousness was real. She took advantage of his rest to search the bag the man hanged so eagerly. This shit isnt that praiseworthy Beatriz got disappointed a t-shirt, a pair of trousers, a guards plate... Domingo was right, hes a guard. Damin, what a ridiculous uniform, for sure... Night surveillance unit Beatriz read.

She took the paper Damin had with the Chipirn address on. Bah, we just know this... wait a moment! I know this handwriting! Beatriz shouted. Oh lord, my head hurts Damin muttered trying to untied him up to touch his head. Take it easy man, dont move, if you have a headache put up with it, the sooner you speak the better, who did give this note to you? Beatriz asked. What note? Who are you? My head hurts so much Damin moaned.

Beatriz took the weapon and aimed at his head. Now, does it hurt more or has it heal yet? An evil Beatriz asked.