Agent Marshall

"'All our shit is weird.

"'You know what I mean?'

Marshall goes to his suitcase.

He pops it open and pulls out a small, normal-looking toiletry bag.

Except with this toiletry bag, he has to press a thumb against it for a zipper to unlock."

Marshall snags a vial and an injector from the bag.

I hate these things, so one of you will need to administer the sedative.

Marshall says as he pops the vial into the injector, then holds it out.

I'll do it.

Blanchard walks over and accepts the vial.

Marshall nods and takes off his jacket, then his sweatshirt.

Gordon continues removing equipment from the cases.

"'Gonna sting,' Blanchard says, pressing the injector against Marshall's left bicep.

Not waiting for an answer, he depresses the injector's trigger.

Marshall winces, then grunts.

"'Damn, that shit hurts.'

He takes the injector from Blanchard and returns it to the toiletry case.

He then drops his trousers, pulls a pair of sweats from his suitcase, and pulls them on."

Gonna get ready, Marshall says, walking to the bathroom.

This shit will kick in fast, so have everything set when I get out.