Fede gave the injured captain a pitying look as he passed the stretcher. Then he jerked his head and pushed his way out of the room. Rafael was close on his heels. They would go on ahead of me, trying to get to Vargas. They would have to rely on surprise, raw muscle—and the few drops of gamma scopolamine I’d sprayed onto the surgical glove each had in his pocket. The gloves were turned inside out. The trickiest part would be reversing them so that the gamma scopolamine was on the outside without getting any of it on their hands.