Ron King nodded.
Brother Ford took hold of Mia Ginger's arm and headed out.
The rope around Mia's legs had already been untied, and the rope around her hands was actually loose, though it still appeared to be tied. She didn't ask Ford to help her take it off.
The sky was completely dark.
They were in a very large parking lot.
Mostly large trucks were parked there, along with some light vans, mostly abandoned.
Regardless, it looked shabby and rundown.
The streetlights were insufficient, and Mia discreetly observed for a while, roughly sensing the direction of the exit where the lights were brightest. The piercing sound of brakes and various noises echoed from afar.
"Brother Ford," Mia said dazedly, tilting her head, "I want some water."
"Weren't we going to the bathroom?" Ford frowned, asking her patiently.
They were now in the middle of the lot, with the bathroom at the far corner. He intended to enjoy himself once they got there, hence his patience with Mia.
