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Elias came out of the tunnel fast.
Not running. Close to it. His hand was already moving across his jacket , left side, right side, inner pocket, outer pocket, cycling through the same search with the urgency of someone who already knew the answer and kept checking anyway.
Arthur watched him from across the floor.
Elias's hand went to the inner left pocket again. Stayed there longer this time. Then dropped.
His jaw tightened.
He looked up and his eyes moved across the coliseum in a fast sweep. Not landing on anything on anything . The look of someone trying to figure out when it happened and where.
Arthur put his hand inside his own jacket.
His fingers found the vial.
He gripped it.
It popped.
Small. Immediate. The glass gave under the pressure and the liquid soaked into his palm and through to the jacket lining. Cold first. Then just wet.
He pulled his hand out.
Elias's eyes swept across the floor and kept moving. Past Arthur. Past the Misfits. Still searching.
