As MacPherson started to talk, Caitlin felt as if the room was starting to spin around her. She didn't know if it was because of the drug MacPherson had given them or because of something else. Or Fred moved closer to her, she blinked her eyes and found herself leaning against the other woman out of fear if she didn't, she would pass out. Softly groaning, she looked up at MacPherson and furrowed her brow.
"We will help you," she whispered just as a wave of nausea hit her. She gagged a little, which made MacPherson laugh.
"I see the poison is working," he said with a grin. "It's rather deadly, unless I give you the antidote for it. It won't kill you right away. You'll survive long enough to help me into the Warehouse. Then I might give you the antidore."
Caitlin felt her mouth go dry. MacPherson had poisoned her. Closing her eyes, she took several deep breaths. This couldn't be happening. She knew she would have to chose between her life and the Warehouse. Caitlin wasn't a secret service agent, so it wasn't expected of her to sacrifice herself. But somehow she knew MacPherson wouldn't give her the antidote.
However, she wasn't going to let that bother her at the moment. Caitlin decided she was going to fight until the end.
"I'm sure I'll get very far with the two of you helping me," MacPherson said before he started for the door. "Now, get some rest. We will be leaving after sunset."
After MacPherson had left, Caitlin looked at Fred. She was about to say something but stopped when she felt something in the pocket of her jeans. Looking down, Caitlin noticed they were the same jeans she had worn the day before. "Fred!" she whispered. "In my left pocket. The GPS sensor on Pete's SUV fell off and Artie gave me a new one to give to Claudia so she could program it and put it on the SUV. It's still in my pocket."