You busted open the windows to the Pinkerton Detective Agency’s interrogation wing. The distraction gave Arthur time to take out the few men surrounding him, though he was still bound to a chair. You quickly approached, narrowly avoiding stepping on an empty bottle of… truth serum.

No time to dwell on what that could possibly mean. You could already hear backup approaching. You quickly undid Arthur’s bindings, and you two got the hell out of there.