( third person's pov)
The warehouse smelled like rust and standing water.
Raina walked through the entrance and let her eyes adjust to the low industrial lighting. A single hanging lamp swayed faintly from the ceiling above the centre of the space, casting a harsh yellow circle over the concrete floor while the rest of the warehouse disappeared into layered shadow and steel.
Malcolm sat directly beneath the light.
His wrists were bound tightly behind the chair. Ankles restrained. Blindfold still secured across his eyes. Two of Frank's men stood on either side of him without moving, arms folded behind their backs. Another two guarded the entrance behind Raina.
Frank stepped toward her as she walked in.
"Prepped and ready for you, boss."
Raina nodded once.
One of the men grabbed a metal chair from near the wall and dragged it slowly across the warehouse floor.
Screeeeeech!
The sound ripped violently through the silence.
