There was a buzz, and one of the three lights on the wall winked out.
"Wrong answer," she said coldly. "Your addiction makes you weak. We cannot afford weakness in the Coalition. Do you honestly expect Outcasts to waltz by with enough of a supply to keep you going every day? You will be expected to overcome your dependency on that noxious drug. Otherwise, you will be killed. Either by the withdrawal, or by us. A chain is only as strong as its weakest link, Vargas. You have two more chances."
There was a pause.
"Do you think you are strong enough to overcome your addiction?"