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The warehouse which it used to be was nothing but a scrapyard in it's currents state. The metal barrels had all kinds of junk burning and creating a bright light but the smell would drive away everyone with a grain of sense. Burning rubber, gasoline and whatever kept those things lit was to be smelled in the air. Not all of it was unpleasant only physically.
You crept in by utilizing your learned discipline, still having your guns ready. You were in eyes sight but you took advantage of every shadow, every moment of those low ranking raiders when they looked elsewhere, and sheer willpower. They didn't expect anyone to approach, so they just spent their time by arsing around and joking, while you snug in to the premises. It was comforting to get into the shadows of the old warehouse but you knew comfort was always nothing more than an illusion.
Notes: this work has been in progress for as long as I can remember. I got other projects on the way but I intent to finish all my works, even if it takes some time.