Plunder AplentyRonny struggled to maintain his bearings as he was bustled about in his case on a rolling cart, though he could tell by the commotion and strange thrumming noise that they’d entered the compound. Mohmud and some of his men had split up a while back, one group taking the cases while the other took Milia.
Their cart came to a halt. There was a jangle of keys, some squeaking of door hinges… then they were moving again.
And then they stopped.
Ronny’s case hit the floor with a jolt, kicking up a cloud of dust that seeped in through the breathing holes; he fought to suppress a cough.
Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.
The foreigners conversed in Urzu, their voices tapering as they left the room. What little light that did creep through Ronny’s breathing holes went out without warning. A do
