"Sorry," I mumbled to the man sitting directly across from me.  Man, this room was getting bright.  Well, at least I think it was.  I couldn't be sure- the drug seemed to be working its way up to my head by now.  "Please excuse me." I pushed my chair back and dashed out of the thirtieth story Sao Bistro restaurant just as a fuzzy feeling started to wash over my body.  I couldn't see where I was going, but I faintly recalled the elevator to be in this direction.  The drug was biting it's way closer to the target.  Clutching my chest in a heaving effort to mitigate the pain, I crashed my palm against a glowing arrow pointing down.  A ding was heard, and the elevator doors finally slid open.  I stumbled in, tripped at the last minute, and landed cheek down on the ground.  Anyone who stepped in behind me would've been met with the unpleasant scene of a girl, who they'd assume was hungover, wriggling desperately to cease the poison killing her body.

The elevator doors slid shut behind me, and had to I will myself not to scream in agony.  That surely would give away the mission.  All I could make out right now were mahogany boards surrounding all four of the walls around me, as if to trap me in this torture chamber for who knows how long.  I grit my teeth as sweat beads dotted around my face.  "You better follow through with the plan," I muttered, while my body heaved up and down with every pulse of toxin heading towards the heart.  "Gah!" I allowed one shrivel of a