Suddenly, the interrogator smiled in such a way to make someone question if they truly had the upper hand. His hand silently patted around the table behind him and found what he wanted to- a small vial of greenish liquid. "The Templars never left, little assassin." He said with a wolfish smile, before using the device that controlled Beck's shock bracelet up against Juliet's temple with a thud, getting her off him just long enough to drink the vial. It seemed to be some sort of immediate poison, as he began to choke, falling into the table as his legs gave out, staring at Juliet with the most snarky expression he could muster.
To his left, the device had shorted out, and consequently, Beck was no longer being electrocuted. But was it too late? Beck's ashen expression and thin breathing seemed to suggest the worst, but amazingly, he suffered no external damage during the whole ordeal, which was quite peculiar. He was out cold, however, so transporting him would be quite the challenge.