It helps that most of the smoke has poured from the freshly missing window. Now it’s much easier to find Quinn right where they left her. She’s still slumped over in that torturous chair, her face behind a curtain of wet hair that hides most of her face. I hardly recognize her when she looks up. Her eyes are so swollen, they’re practically shut. It’s obvious that she’s simply shut down.
The sight fills me with a healthy kind of rage. One that keeps me focused on freeing her instead of tracking down Shepherd and his goons. The first thing I have to do is get rid of the cuffs. This isn’t really a problem since I can snap off the chair arms and simply slide her out.
She’s standing. Probably not for long, but she’s...
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