I shifted the case into my left arm and pulled the perfume bottle out of my pocket. I paused to make one last preparation, then held the bottle so that it was hidden between my palm and the case itself. When I handed Vargas the case, I’d blast him with a squirt of gamma scopolamine. Then it would be just be a matter of playing the part of a concerned MedíCarro attendant as we hustled him up to the landing pad and into the private VTOL he’d chartered. If that way was blocked, we’d take Vargas back the way we’d come, into the stadium, and load him aboard one of the MedíCarro vans. If there was still one on site.