"Ally, I'm not going to let them do this to you," Stone declared, seizing her hand. "We're going to—"
"Ken, please get him out of here," Bartlett said. 'Take him back downstairs, anywhere."
"You shouldn't be out of your wheelchair," Debra was saying. She turned to Ellen. "Would you get—"
"I'm not getting you anything," Ellen O'Hara declared. "I've just submitted my resignation. Effective three minutes ago. I don't know a thing about what's going on here and, from now on, I don't want to know."
She got on the elevator and the door closed.
"Ken," Bartlett said, "first things first. Go after that woman. Don't let her leave the building."
Now Debra was rolling in a wheelchair. David had appeared also, deep disquiet in his eyes, and he helped her in.
"There's very little risk to this," he said. "Believe me."
She felt him giving her an injection in her left arm.
No, don't . . .