[No "I guess so", no "as I'm going to be", no hesitation. His jaw is set in determination as he swings his leg over the bike, eyes the place from their spot in the parking lot, scans the surroundings, then takes her hand.
The terrain doesn't suggest a mine like he'd pictured in his head, but then again, all there needs to be is a hole in the ground. The place does have some obvious security from here - a back maintenance building of some kind has razor wire on a fence around it, and he sees the glint of a camera by the front door. There are informational signs on posts near the front entryway, and what looks like a small trail encircles the building with more of those signs, but most of the attraction must be indoors.]
Guess we'll have to find our own way in. Let's look around the back. See if we can scope out the best entry point. That camera's aimed toward the door, we should be outta its range from here, but watch for more of those.
[It's a quick walk around the side of the building. It's not huge, not some enormous complex. If they extract the stuff here, they must take it somewhere else to refine it, somewhere with more secrecy and without the prying eyes of the public. But the equipment parked out back, digging machines and trucks, implies they must do some actual work here sometimes.]
There, little door by the loading bay on that back building. They probably got their gift shops an' history tours in the main building but who gives a fuck. If they're actually carting this shit out in quantity, that might be the place to start. Or... Hell, I dunno, maybe they sell samples in the gift shop. We can look there next.
[It's almost a shame there's nobody here. They could blend in with tourists, they wouldn't stand out so much.
The fence around the rear building makes him wish he'd brought bolt cutters, wire cutters, something. There's a heavy chain on the gate, and the padlock isn't something he can just pop open with a knife, no chance of that. Time to get creative. Or failing that, they can come back late tonight after they've scored some tools.]
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[No "I guess so", no "as I'm going to be", no hesitation. His jaw is set in determination as he swings his leg over the bike, eyes the place from their spot in the parking lot, scans the surroundings, then takes her hand.
The terrain doesn't suggest a mine like he'd pictured in his head, but then again, all there needs to be is a hole in the ground. The place does have some obvious security from here - a back maintenance building of some kind has razor wire on a fence around it, and he sees the glint of a camera by the front door. There are informational signs on posts near the front entryway, and what looks like a small trail encircles the building with more of those signs, but most of the attraction must be indoors.]
Guess we'll have to find our own way in. Let's look around the back. See if we can scope out the best entry point. That camera's aimed toward the door, we should be outta its range from here, but watch for more of those.
[It's a quick walk around the side of the building. It's not huge, not some enormous complex. If they extract the stuff here, they must take it somewhere else to refine it, somewhere with more secrecy and without the prying eyes of the public. But the equipment parked out back, digging machines and trucks, implies they must do some actual work here sometimes.]
There, little door by the loading bay on that back building. They probably got their gift shops an' history tours in the main building but who gives a fuck. If they're actually carting this shit out in quantity, that might be the place to start. Or... Hell, I dunno, maybe they sell samples in the gift shop. We can look there next.
[It's almost a shame there's nobody here. They could blend in with tourists, they wouldn't stand out so much.
The fence around the rear building makes him wish he'd brought bolt cutters, wire cutters, something. There's a heavy chain on the gate, and the padlock isn't something he can just pop open with a knife, no chance of that. Time to get creative. Or failing that, they can come back late tonight after they've scored some tools.]