An old factory, one not too big, nor too small. From it, the lights of the city could be seen in the far distance. It was supposed to be dark, especially with the sun already somewhat else to continue its work, and the place being abandoned. But a more attentive gaze would reveal a few places where light was spilling out from windows, giving the factory just that bit of vitality that made it seem as if it had gotten a new lease of life. Or maybe that it was now haunted, filled with the grievances of workers who had failed to get paid, or worse who had lost their lives to the machines now full of dust and rust inside.
From time to time, shadows would show up, going through the lit places. Only inside would one get a clearer look of everything, especially of the men who were armed heavily enough to bring up questions about how they managed to bypass the control of the country to get their equipment.
