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mind being gassed, miss."

"Gassed?!"

"We're inside the gas zone," he said. "Don't worry, I've been
gassed a lot of times. Part of NSSAC training. It's not painful.
Just inhale deeply."

I inhaled. Once, twice, maybe six times, but I didn't feel
very dizzy. Did sleeping gas have color?

"Something's wrong," he said. "Something is VERY wrong..."

The agent fumbled inside his trenchcoat, pulling out a cheap
radio. "#51122, #51122, what the hell is going on?"

'The gas was supposed to be shipped fucking YESTERDAY!' the
agent on the other end of the connection cursed. 'It's not here!
Get your butt up to the roof, the brass is getting into a panic
about this...'

"So am I, #51122. I'm stuck inside a bathroom with my
escortee."

'YOU'RE INSIDE?!?!'

"Yeah, and let me tell you that I've got a wife and kids to
get home to, and I'm happily awaiting rescue from this hellhole
before it gets any worse."

'Fat chance! Nobody's allowed in or out. You're there for
the duration.'

"WHAT?" the agent screamed.

'Hey, you've got combat training, use it. Go hide out until
morning.'

"What about me?" I asked, getting more and more agitated by
the second. "I don't have any combat training! I'm Santa's Little
Helper, for crying out loud! The mall cut the budget for Holiday
Survival Courses since they had this seal 'n gas plan."

'I'd suggest that you use rage on your escortee, we'll pick
her up in the morning,' the other agent suggested.

"Dammit, I'm not authorized to do that! It's not fully
tested!"

'Your problem, not mine,' he offered helpfully. 'By the way,