"What's happening?" Now he whispered.
"I'll tell you as you move, but right now if you don't put on some clothes and do as I say you will be dead in a couple of minutes." Mo Ye was using a tone he'd never heard before. He started moving.
In less than a minute, he was up, dressed, and fastening his boots. The confusion and torpor of the drugs were still softening the edges of everything. This still didn't feel real. Mo Ye be-
gan to brief him. The news wasn't good. But it certainly was real.