West Warehouse District, Escator, Democratic Union of Aviye
Quynh
Suspended above the concrete floor of the warehouse, Quynh shuddered.
Her wrists and ankles had been bound with ropes, and she was suspended between two lifting hooks that were attached to a pair of crane mechanisms built into the third-story platform. The hooks themselves had to be let out in order to make her the lynchpin of the arrangement, and her captor had made sure to clear the warehouse of the massive stockpile of arms.
Now, the man who called himself Hume leaned against the control panel for one of the cranes, idly dancing his fingers along the lever that would send the crane at Quynh's feet pulling away.
