Peter crept under the fence, dragging his crutches behind him. Mick was already on his feet, looking down towards the facility further down the hill.
-What do you think is down there? he said.
-I don’t know. I hope we won’t have to run this time, though. I’m not so fast these days.
Peter had broken his leg when he jumped off a container to get out of the old paper factory a month ago. They used to do this, jumping over fences in restricted areas. It had become an obsession.
They walked slowly towards the buildings further down. They could see people moving around, some dressed as scientists, others in guard uniforms. The timing was horrible, with crutches and all, but Mick was always very convincing.
They reached some rows of tube piles giving them shelter, taking them down towards the buildings.
A man came out between the tube rows. (more)
Mirk is going to a school far outside of town to study his mathematics studies. He walks all day, and does not arrive until night fall. He realises things are not what they seem.
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Are you sure, sir? Raskovksi sounded a bit sceptical. -Don’t you think it could be dangerous?
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