"Then I'm sure your DCI will be here any minute. He can join the party." Cheon filled the syringe and then addressed the men holding Sam, saying something in a foreign language that made them grip him a lot tighter. One of them rolled up his sleeve and Cheon walked over, inspecting his arm critically. He found a good enough vein and inserted the syringe, looking right at Sam's face when he injected the fluid. "I think I'll like you a lot more when you're all drugged up for me."