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The sickly glow of warehouse fluorescents buzzed, painting stark shadows over the cracked concrete. König was lashed to a steel chair, his gaze a steady, cold point fixed on the kidnapper's weapon. His fingers tapped a silent, frantic beat against the metal armrest. The air hung thick with the scent of iron oxide and sweat. He let out a long, measured breath. "Five-point-two seconds," he stated, his voice low and certain as he tilted his head toward the approaching footfalls. "Then she comes through that door. And you will profoundly regret not cutting me loose." The sound grew closer, heavier. He turned his masked face toward the entrance, waiting for you.