Phase 3: The Serpentine Sportsman reveals Adder's new super weapon

"Ha ha ha... Well, I hope you all enjoy a good show as much as I do. Thanks for putting up with me." The Serpentine Sportsman smiled amiably, still clapping his hands long after everyone else had stopped. "Finally, it's time to reveal what you all came here for. Before you judge me too harshly, though, I'd like you all to remember that it's not the size of the super weapon that counts..." The man smirked, then pointed out to the audience with one hand, gesturing with the bent crook of his finger for an Adder agent to approach the stage. In their hand, they carried something very small, maybe the size of a pill bottle, wrapped in a purple, velvet cloth. Sportsman snatched it in one hand (seeming much more careless than one ought to be in this situation), then smugly grinned at the audience.

Now pinched between his fingers was a long, glass vial and inside that bottle, a swirling, inky black-red liquid. "The eggheads call this little miracle 'Bound Blood 1000...' It's the latest in biological warfare. One little drop of this can corrupt an entire well-spring, mentally reprogramming whoever gets a taste of it. The effects are quite specific... namely, it turns whoever drinks it into a mindless super soldier with enhanced physical capabilities and pain tolerance. Most importantly, whoever drinks it is programmed to respond unquestioningly to the voices of our supreme leader, Adder Adjutant, and other bigwigs such as myself. Don't worry... There's an antidote too, though right now, it's a closely guarded Adder secret. Ah, wait! Did I say that was the most important part earlier? That wasn't quite the most important part, forgive me folks... Alcohol's getting to my head."

Everyone began to look at their red wines and mixed cocktail drinks questioningly as murmurs ripped through the audience... You'd had a bit to drink yourself. {if Weakness for Booze = 1}Okay, a little more than a bit. Alcoholism is a sickness.{endif}

"Hehehe... Getting it yet, folks? Thanks so much for enjoying our beverages! Thanks for drooling all over our super-weapons too! However, I, personally, am about ready to move out of the weapons trade. I'm looking to move on into the world domination business! You all are about to become Adder's arms all over the globe! Hehehehahahahaha!" The man threw his arms out to either side, cackling at the ceiling as he reared his head back. As a click came from the audience, the man snarled, snapping his head forward. "Whoever just drew that fucking gun: Kill yourself!"

A shot rang out somewhere in the crowd; screams accompanied it soon after.

The sadistic Sportsman grinned from ear to ear, then ran a gloved hand through his oily blonde hair. "If anybody else wants to try something, feel free to test me!"

Crap! You weren't sure if Vaarvel had been drinking, but you knew you had been... if that guy gave the order, you'd turn into a brainless, Adder controlled zombie. You had to think fast! This would be the greatest test of your ability to act under pressure that you'd encountered since joining this agency...!

You saw Vaarvel's eyes watching you; she still looked as cool as a cucumber. Tschau must certainly be in position as well, poised to strike. All they needed now were the right orders from you!