I scrapped my home set-up into a makeshift standing desk instead. It’s a bit of an improvement.
I hit 6k on the AU I’m working on. I’m not able to produce a large number of words until I find a comfortable way to write. Until then, here is a snippet. :)
Danny studied the door. A long metal bar hung used to keep it secure hung loosely from some brackets.
Lou muttered under his breath and pulled out his weapon. Tani readied to breech the room on Danny’s signal. Junior took a position behind them.
Danny held out his hand and did a silent three count with his fingers.
Tani kicked the door open. “HPD!”
But she screeched to stop after only taking a few steps inside. The room was the size of a storage closet. Danny took in the scene and his blood ran cold.
There was nothing inside except a beat-up old cot that was shoved against the far wall. The thing was covered with a dirty sheet and had several pairs of leather restraints attached to the frame. Danny was nauseous at the sight.
Junior slipped on some gloves and bent down to examine the restraints. “These are used for wrists and ankles.”
Swallowing against the bile in the back of his throat, Danny went back into the hallway. “We need to secure the rest of this place and get CSU in here.”
He led them down the rest of the corridor with renewed vigor. But there was no sign of life, nothing to indicate who had been kept prisoner -- that was until the next fucking door.
