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Fiction Foundry 15

Mike cast about for a solution.  When he spotted  the dilapidated security fence marking the perimeter of the Gammon Chemical Plant, the tiniest flame of an idea was ignited...one that would quickly turn into an inferno.

Taking up the equivalent of at least six city blocks, the plant  was the largest single obstacle to getting directly to the stadium.  After a moment of silent reflection, Mike announced, "C'mon.  We can cut through here." After wriggling through a loose section in the fence, Mike held the chain link back to create as wide an opening as he could for Mary and Desmond.

Despite it being a Sunday, GCP never really "shut down" completely.  There was always at least a skeleton crew making sure no major spills or health hazards took place.  Consequently, Mike and his entourage would have to take care to avoid notice, as trespassing was not only illegal, but--in all likelihood--would result in a permanent grounding their parents ever found out.

The trio silently wove through the labyrinth of pipes transporting who-knows-what to who-knows-where.

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