Unknown Location - 11:47 AM
Yoo woke to the smell of salt water.
His head felt stuffed with cotton, dry mouth, thick tongue. The sedative hadn't fully cleared from his system.
He opened his eyes.
Metal ceiling. Rust stains. The occasional creak... creak... of old machinery.
And that smell—ocean, fish, engine oil mixed together.
A boat.
They'd moved him to a boat.
His hands were bound, not restraints—just zip ties, cheap plastic ones. His broken fingers throbbed, swollen purple and hot.
Akasha Archive, location analysis.
"Insufficient data. Detecting motion patterns consistent with waterborne vessel. Estimating: offshore, minimum 40 kilometers from coast. Time unconscious: 3 hours, 22 minutes."
Three hours.
The convergence was in sixty-four hours now.
Yoo tested the zip ties. Tight, but not impossible, with his broken fingers, though, getting free would hurt.
He started working on it anyway.
—Clank.—
The door opened.
