Sep 15, 2024 8:16 am
Martin Cater
"I can ask, if you want." he says softly too, seeing that the woman was now looking at the two newcomers. Martin was a lot of things, but he was clever enough to put two and two together, and guess at what gnawed at the woman.
Making sure that the pontoon was secure enough to not float away, and yet not secure enough to foil a sudden getaway, you disembark. The sky takes on that inky evening hue, and things aren’t quite as crisp and clear as they were in the midday sun. Shapes move, or at least you think they do, at the periphery of your vision.
You move slow, checking and double checking as you creep up the steps of the pier and towards the back of the hunting supply place. It’s deathly quiet as you approach the building, which is all business. The windows are set over with barricades; sometimes wood or maybe iron bars. Whatever mannequins or goods that had been set in the window, to catch the eye of those passing by, are covered now by fortifications.
You stealthily move your way up the side of the building, which is windowless and made of solid brick. You can’t see in, but at least nothing can see out either! You reach the corner of the building which would bring you out front. The first car in the barricade is right up against the corner you now stand at. The ring of cars extends all the way to the other corner.
