Chapter Twenty Three: Its a long road.
Nickles only pulled past the gas stations, and figured he didn’t want to deal with whatever the hell was happening in the directions of the houses. The woods picked up the side of the road right after the gas station, and he rode another mile down before heading back, there was some small scale industrial storage areas on this side of the road, mostly supplying the service stations, but also parking of city equipment for maintenance, what few vehicles the meager taxes could afford. There wasn’t much reason to be subtle, so he pulled back into the gas station and cruised around the partition around the back, where the employees parked their cars and took smoke breaks.
Each little lot was segmented with a wall, but still all had paths connecting each other. SEcurity in that area was generally low, and didn’t need anything because the teenagers mostly only went there to smoke weed to get away from their meth smoking parents. Or maybe it was the other way around. Really it didn’t matter, what mattered is that they all partied separately. The buildings were all locked up too well for any of them to figure out how to get in, and it was rare that anyone even showed up to get in the buildings. It was actually just easier to rob each other if that was the aim. There wasn’t enough of a margin to do a large scale heist.
Long story short, Nickles was suddenly in unhibated, paved woodvale. It was still light out, so he pulled a couple sweet drunken vespa doughnuts in the parking lot and sped to the far end of a lot, surrounded in trees which buried into a large faceless wall with two high rised vertical doors for trucks to back in to.
“Maybe this is the source of ‘hand carved’ sandwich meat”, he thought out loud.