The drug Temmins hit Randal with kept the Special alert, aware of each piece of torture.

Randal buried his mind again, a skill he learned from the school of the Red Ninja. His mind quickly retreated as he trained it to, burying it deep.

He couldn’t last much longer. He couldn’t.

White pain.

Randal squeezed his eyes tight. Concentrate. The pain is outside him. Pull inward. Just like they had taught him.

Another blast of glaring, white hot pain.

He couldn’t last. Pull in. He couldn’t. Pull in. Away from the pain. He couldn’t do it. Just like they taught.