A big factory
At the end of the industrial stretch stood a massive factory, long abandoned and foreboding. Once a tobacco processing plant during the nineties, it had shut down due to repeated fatalities and harsh working conditions, leaving it to decay for years. Jack recalled that the factory was scheduled for demolition by the end of the year. Its looming presence, with broken windows and rusting metal structures, seemed like an unlikely destination for anyone, yet Michael walked toward it with the confidence of someone entirely familiar with its grounds.
A Big Factory
He picked up the pace
Suddenly, Michael quickened his stride, forcing Jack to adjust his pace to keep up. Michael had not glanced back, indicating he hadn’t noticed Jack following him, though the subtle noise of footsteps on concrete might have been detectable. Jack’s plan of trailing him discreetly seemed to be slipping through his fingers, and uncertainty crept in. If Michael sensed anything unusual, he could bolt and disappear into the maze of empty buildings, leaving Jack completely in the dark.
He Picked Up The Pace
