"Don't tell me," Selene muttered once Makary reached out with his hand and pointed towards the lone hangar standing out in the open plaza.
If one looked closely enough, one could see the remaining marks of how this place once housed many more than just this single plane's garage. Yet, by now, only the one that Makary and I adopted as a transit point between the worlds was left.
And the space where the local garrison used to hold its heavy equipment now turned into nothing more but a wide drive-way for all sorts of trucks to come, drop their cargo at the reloading facility hastily constructed at the hangar's entrance and then do a u-turn to hurry up with another delivery.
Now, though, the lonesomeness of the hangar served to make it crystal clear what Makary was pointing at when giving his wife the directions.
