She has

It was over, thought Dana. Her only advantage no longer existed, and she surrounded on all sides. Even Amanda was no longer of her own mind, having pledged herself to be his ****. She had no allies, and nobody was going to help her.

She took off her helmet, and stepped into the bright light.

"I surrender!", she shouted.

In an instant, guards appeared, their weapons trained on her. They bound her arms tightly, and her legs in a loose chain. She allowed them to bind her, before following them to their boss' location - an office towards the back of the warehouse floor.

When he saw her, he laughed in recognition. "Ah, so it's you." She said nothing, knowing better than to get herself in more trouble than she was.

His face turned serious. "Tie her up from the ceiling."

Dana was helpless as her arms were bound above her head, and fastened to a taut chain hanging from the ceiling. Her ankles were tied to the floor, although her feet barely touched the ground - she was suspended in midair, as if meat brought for inspection.