The subterranean holding facility beneath the Santoro logistics warehouse in Long Island City was cold, sterile, and constructed of thirty inches of reinforced poured concrete. Illuminated only by harsh fluorescent strip lighting overhead, the room contained no windows, no furniture, and no recording equipment save for an encrypted military-grade server rack in the corner monitoring biometric telemetry. Tied to two heavy steel industrial chairs bolted to the concrete floor were…
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