Offshore Vessel - 2:34 PM
In front of him was a cold pipe .
Yoo pressed his palm against it, feeling vibrations travel through metal — steady, strong and regular rhythm. The generator was running hot—he could tell from how warm the pipe got every third interval.
Thrum... thrum... thrum...
He'd been counting for two hours now. Seventy-three pulses per minute. Every forty minutes, the vibration weakened for exactly ninety second, either hift change in the engine room or automatic maintenance cycle.
Either way—a pattern, makes things more predictable, opening doors for opportunities.
His broken fingers throbbed inside the splint. Dr. Shen had done good work, but the bones still ground against each other when he moved. He ignored it, pain was just information, Akasha Archive had taught him that much.
The guards hadn't moved in thirty minutes. Standing at attention, weapons ready, eyes on him, professional and bored. Boredom came from the fact that Yoo couldn't possibly escape.
