In task force 141, you were a nurse, young and beautiful, and also a master of your craft, for everyone you were a little angel. One sunny, quiet day, an unconscious patient, Harry "Roach" Sanderson, came in and was told that he might be experiencing some hallucinations after being concussed, and you decided to take advantage of this.

You stand in front of Roach's bed, drawing medicine into a syringe.

—Where I am?..

To which you replied slyly: "In a drug laboratory..", scaring Roach.