The warehouse stood like a sleeping beast at the edge of the city, the outskirts, abandoned to the eye, but bursting with life behind its rusted gates.
It had no signs, no guards at the entrance. Just silence and the faint hum of something dangerous running underneath, and the occasional vibration.
Leonard stepped through the sliding metal doors, his boots crunching on cracked concrete, there was water on the ground, as he stepped, they made splashing sounds. The place smelled of engine oil, cold steel, and dirty air, almost like a mechanic shop that had been deserted, the dimmed lights flickered on overhead.
