Hey, you better head back. Somebody's coming, Johnnie.
[Down the road there's someone on a bicycle approaching. They have a little rickety headlight attached, and anyone that's going that slow is bound to be able to see a whole lot. She hurries forward to go quietly pull him away from the door he's working on, and takes him by the hand back over to the bike. She's the one that gets the kickstand up and wheels the bike along into the nearby alley behind a dumpster, and puts it back down so she can move along the side of the shop to look for any sign of windows.]
I think that might be one right there, see?
[She gets on her hands and knees and peeks down into the window, squinting as she tries to make out what's inside.]
It looks like a workshop or something down there. Maybe where they fix stuff? But it's definitely a basement.
[And there's no bars, which means there probably isn't access to anything valuable inside. At least they can get in through there, the opening looks small enough they can squeeze through.]
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[Down the road there's someone on a bicycle approaching. They have a little rickety headlight attached, and anyone that's going that slow is bound to be able to see a whole lot. She hurries forward to go quietly pull him away from the door he's working on, and takes him by the hand back over to the bike. She's the one that gets the kickstand up and wheels the bike along into the nearby alley behind a dumpster, and puts it back down so she can move along the side of the shop to look for any sign of windows.]
I think that might be one right there, see?
[She gets on her hands and knees and peeks down into the window, squinting as she tries to make out what's inside.]
It looks like a workshop or something down there. Maybe where they fix stuff? But it's definitely a basement.
[And there's no bars, which means there probably isn't access to anything valuable inside. At least they can get in through there, the opening looks small enough they can squeeze through.]