C58 Internal Strife

"This is... the last time..." Moorer strained as he poured the final portion of the specially formulated concoction into the beaker.

Josie watched the last drops fall into the beaker and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Moorer... let me handle the rest..." she said, patting him on the shoulder.

But the pat felt more like tapping a block of ice than a shoulder.

Suddenly