"All right, then. Stop turning it around. You're the one who's supposed to have a plan."
"Yes, though I'm not particularly proud of having thought of it."
"Morgan, you're forgetting what he's done to us."
"All right. Have you ever heard of Sanlen 12?"
"It's some kind of nerve poison, isn't it?"
"Yes, like's snake's venom: poison to the blood but not the stomach."
"What are you saying?"
He told her, in detail.
"But that's horrible. God, what a way to die. . .and to kill."
"You would have to want to kill him very badly, and not hesitate at the critical moment. That's why I've been such a harsh judge of your character. This is no game, and the stakes are life and death." She looked into his eyes, and knew he was in deepest earnest.