*Leo*
“Here is the warehouse I told you about,” Oscar cunningly adjusted the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, a smirk on his lips as he led me into the new warehouse. I gave him a sparing glance, a meaningful look exchanged at that moment before I pointedly glanced around the empty space.
An old fishery or canning warehouse which had closed down over thirty years ago. The building remained in shambles, with no electricity or running water but that didn’t matter much if I was being honest. All this warehouse needed was to suit our purposes and for that, it was perfect.
“It’s falling apart,” I sneered, crossing my arms as I played up the disgust. However, it wasn’t like I was wrong. The place was filled with molded walls, half-collapsed pillars, and graffiti sprayed on nearly every surface. Even the old equipment wasn't spared with the graphic artistic words.
