Doubt it. That kind of person puts money into businesses all over. He might own the mine, but I'd be real surprised if he was actually here. 'Course, if he burns to death tonight, all the better.
[South back into town, they pass the restaurant, some university agricultural sign, and wind up on the tourist strip full of hotels and burger places. This isn't what he's looking for, but it's not a big town, it won't take much searching. He turns off onto a street that looks promising, following a sign that points the way toward the town hall. It cuts through a wealthy part of town first, old well-maintained homes with nice gardens. A lot of these people are the kind who profit from having the mine in town, probably, but he doesn't know enough to be able to pick and choose and their supplies are limited. And town hall itself, tempting as that is, is a brick building. They'd have to get inside to find much worth burning.
Further on still, though, is a set of train tracks, and that's when things start looking up.]
Here we go. Bet they ship a lotta shit in an' out on this train. We'll hit the depot, an' everything from there. Let the wind carry the fire wherever else it wants to go. You remember like we did in Virginia? I'll go real slow here, you paint a nice long line with that gasoline right up against buildings until you run out, then I'll stop so you can light the very end of it.
[He hops the bike up over a curb and onto a paved walkway that encircles the depot. There are a lot of lights here in the industrial zone, probably a fair number of security guards, but they can't outrun a fire once it gets going.]
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[South back into town, they pass the restaurant, some university agricultural sign, and wind up on the tourist strip full of hotels and burger places. This isn't what he's looking for, but it's not a big town, it won't take much searching. He turns off onto a street that looks promising, following a sign that points the way toward the town hall. It cuts through a wealthy part of town first, old well-maintained homes with nice gardens. A lot of these people are the kind who profit from having the mine in town, probably, but he doesn't know enough to be able to pick and choose and their supplies are limited. And town hall itself, tempting as that is, is a brick building. They'd have to get inside to find much worth burning.
Further on still, though, is a set of train tracks, and that's when things start looking up.]
Here we go. Bet they ship a lotta shit in an' out on this train. We'll hit the depot, an' everything from there. Let the wind carry the fire wherever else it wants to go. You remember like we did in Virginia? I'll go real slow here, you paint a nice long line with that gasoline right up against buildings until you run out, then I'll stop so you can light the very end of it.
[He hops the bike up over a curb and onto a paved walkway that encircles the depot. There are a lot of lights here in the industrial zone, probably a fair number of security guards, but they can't outrun a fire once it gets going.]