"Wow, look at this place!" Orlando Lamont said, staring in awe at the structure before him. There was the big abandoned warehouse on 24th street that his brother had told him about. "It's, like, the size of the school, or something!"
"Yeah," Ariadne Hunt breathed. Being seven years of age, she was rather impressionable. Somewhere in her being, she believed what Orlando said, even if he didn't mean it.
"How did we ever miss this place?" Kyle Hunt asked. He dropped the backpack he was carrying and took a few steps towards the structure, past the chain link fence with the broken-off door. It was just like any other abandoned warehouse, with the silver walls, large garage door entrance, and old, rusty metal pieces lying around. Through one of the windows, Kyle could see old, empty crates that had been discarded.
"I wonder if they're planni