Falling Down (TWS)

Cast your eye around for anything that might help. It's a warehouse, there must be stuff in it. Maybe. Even if it's abandoned and all.

I cast my eye around, trying to find the exit, or at least something that looks useful. Sadly, most of the warehouse is bathed in darkness, the only light seeping inside is through the vehicle entrance that the car came through. That exit is thoroughly blocked by the woman's imposing size, so unless I suddenly have the power to break handcuffs and see in the dark, it wouldn't seem likely that escape was possible.

"Seems like we got here a tad too early. I expected a bit more resistance from yer little gang, bucko, especially you."

I manage to flip onto my back and stare at my captor. She's sitting on the bonnet of the car, which I could recognise by model.A Chrysler Town & Country Newport. Sleek, efficient, and a hell of a lot more aerodynamic than the other 'boxes on wheels' that counted as wagons.

"So, ya'll just gonna stay like that, or would you like the talk with me for a bit? Gotta have some questions trussed up like a pig and shoved into a car like that. I'm bein' generous and letting you escape the cops an' all, so humour me pal."