"They who?" Biff said.
"I don't know," Jon said. "But..."
"But," another voice interrupted, "I am getting quite tired of you, Jon. You are getting to be a bit of a nuisance."
He didn't get a chance to see who the voice belonged to, as the workmen grabbed him and strapped him to a gurney. All he could see was a bright examination light on top of him that prevented him from getting a good luck.
"What are we going to do with you, Jon?" The voice said. "I don't want to hurt you, Jon. This is the second time you've gotten into things you shouldn't. But if you keep getting in our way, I will be forced to take more drastic action."
"What do you want to do with him?" Another voice asked.
"I am prepared to give him one more chance if you are. But...prepare the contingency plan just in case."
Jon felt a prick in his arm. The second voice sounded much kinder than the first. "This won't hurt Jon. This drug just will knock you out...and it will affect your short-term memory. It's sort of like you spent a night out drinking."
