The sign for Raven International Hub is enormous.
A row of metal letters stretches across the warehouse roof, with some of the lights broken and dim.
The road is also a bit bumpy.
But the searchlights are glaringly bright.
"John, the woman we're meeting is a lot like you, both with a kind of naive vigor. Her backing company finds her troublesome, all of Palmer's colleagues want her dead, and even those who have received her help aren't necessarily grateful."
Oulos raised her head, basking in the artificial sunlight.
"You should have ended up the same way, it's a pity, you died so fast you didn't realize how stupid you were."
"You're really speaking harshly today."
John frowned, following her into the warehouse.
The inside of the metal roof has a skeleton, with many pulley systems and lifting machines in operation.
Below the searchlights, forklifts come and go incessantly.
Tires with menacing patterns repeatedly crush into the pooled water.
