Therod had been imprisoned for a couple hours. The lady that Carut had turned down had turned out to be as crazy as he had thought. When she had arrived at the ruined apartment building that the person had claimed to be her home Therod was hit with a stun gun and she awoke in a basement cell with a dish for water and a bucket which she assumed was to be used to go to the bathroom. So far there had been no demand, not even a question from her captor. She just got hit with a stun weapon and locked up in the crumbling building. It felt like she was missing a story here.
The worst part for Therod was not being able to ask for help. The very idea of contacting Carut and asking him or the rest of her squad to bail her out made her shiver. She had ignored his warning and now it had lead to her peril. No one to blame but herself, so in that regard she felt the only way out was her own guile. At its face the cell looked not too difficult to get out of. The bars were iron, but the building was falling apart, a good round of smashing into them would free her if given time, she just had to wait to see her captor to judge how much time she had left.
"Hello Deliah, been a long time." The old woman who came down wearing armor that was too tight and a weapon that looked prime for a misfire informed her, time to escape was already long past.
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