Lost

Lost Part 9 - Night Time Infiltration

The air smelt like the aftermath of gas exhaust and the sky was dark with the plume of smoke lofting. The fencing around the workplace clearly rose up to three metres and towers over James' still smallish frame. Owls hooted through the gum leaves as they stared down with their wide, gaping eyes. A small, chilly breeze blew through the gateway as night time finally breathed over the world.

James just stood there mentally preparing for a full on assault of the establishment. The continuous pumping of the oil gave him a sort of hypnosis and he came to terms with himself as blatantly destroying a factory, guns blazing, was not a very good idea. The entrance he was currently standing at seemed to have been prepared by people who knew what they were doing.

The whole layout of the construction site had metallic fencing all around and a large entranceway paired with thick, spruce cut-outs for doors. The door was masterfully constructed but the genius dome lining above holding it in place was measured perfectly.

James pushed the door open just a smidge to get a good peek. The site was practically a ghost town with neglected equipment stranded everywhere with some sounding a low buzz. The ever confident James pursued.

The oil had clung to every inch of the downgraded palace so James had to pay extra attention to the cement for he wouldn't dare even touch the vile substance. James' noggin came up with a couple of ideas but one sprouted amongst them all. What if he actually took the supply of oil to slide the muzzle off of his cracked scales where it had implanted on him.

James quickly bent down and stretched out his once abnormal limbs and looked around to try and find anything of utmost importance. He spots a planning area and decides to check there first. The table itself was just a basic wooden table but it had a smell of waterlogged timber.

"Why is this wood waterlogged? It's not like it was dropped in the water." James thought. "Actually... The thought of that is actually rather hysterical. That's not important though. I came here to reveal the truth and to stop these shenanigans."

James stood up close to the table to try and make out the paper. The table might have been soggy and wet but the very cluttered paperwork didn't have to be. It is waterlogged after all.

Outstretched amongst that many papers that were there, was a blueprint showing a very large looking city that looked like it would cover about triple the size of the forest he had seen so far. Beside that was a very clear map of the surrounding forest that he found himself in after he was kidnapped. What was even more obvious was the fact that whoever that made the blueprint drew a gigantic red cross over the forest. He quickly turned away from the table with a very concerned look.

You could hear the clacking of his claws as he walked along the concrete continuously avoiding splotched pavement. He came across what looked like a template of a building about to be made. Metal lined the edges of it and the overall structure looked like it could kill someone if it landed on them.

The noise of grinding buzzed around. In the distance, a blue flame was alight showing a metal pipe and a short, slightly overweight man stood there welding. James recognised the man from earlier when he peeked around through a gap in the fencing. At that time, he couldn't really see him, even with the increased sensitivity.

James looked at him with curiosity wondering why he still here even after hours. It practically gave him an advantage; I think an interrogation was in order. The dark shrouded James perfectly as he approached the man with sneaky intentions.

The man was hunched over the pipe when James decided to make the first move. He stood over the man while he was oblivious to his surroundings. He shook involuntarily as James breathed down his neck and he rose his hand up swiping both his eyes.