The Pathless on Paths---------Chapter VII part 3

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“Why do hey have a factory in the middle of nowhere?” Hunter asked.
“It may be that this is not a factory, and this nowhere of yours is in fact somewhere.” Karrson replied. They company concealed themselves in the bushes, crouching in a shallow ravine they found somewhere off the open waterside and into the woods. They have drawn as near to the building as caution allowed, some seventy meters off of its perimeter walls, of which were built of cement. Karrson was peeking out, observing the small complex through his optics. The once white walls were about three meters tall, and its base was a moss-covered green, and the whiteness has faded into a depressing and dirty gray. It was not new, at any rate, though old or not he could not tell. Coils of barbed wire lined the top, another decoration to enhance the building’s solemnness. Luckily, it was not electrified. The complex itself was not large, merely, as it seemed, a two-storied building, flat and large, surrounded by the walls. There should be a gate, Karrson thought, but it was not on this side. A gate to where, though? Opening to the acidic river? This seemed be some type of production complex, so it must, at least, be sent material for processing. It was quite obvious that it would not come from the woods that are to the south, in accordance with the fact that none was present on east side that they now faced, he deduced that the gates must open to the rive, that is to the north, or to the west, facing the narrow beach that ran along the waterside. The building cut across the beach on the bank they were on, so it was impossible to bypass without having to enter the woods again...or wade the river of acid.