[loud and sudden sound of metal scraping against concrete as a big, muscular thug of a man pulls the doors of the warehouse shut, and the unmistakable sounds of chains as it's locked up tight.]
... [finally stands from where he was crouched, on one of the larger, more sturdy of the shelves around. stomps his foot hard to make the sound echo, drawing attention to his location.] I thought I'd make sure it was kept private, so my men locked us in. There's no way out, unless you shoot a door open, and you're supposed to be unarmed. [talks loudly, so it can be heard.] And as you can see... [raises both arms up high.] I complied with my end.
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