The Sergeant's deadline is tonight. An offer to get in contact with people you know, yet also a threat. Given how fed up he was, it's unlikely he's joking about the kind of cruelty he's willing to go through for the sake of getting what he wants.
That's why it may not be so surprising that, early in Friday morning, there's this air of tension, despite the bright sun in the sky. It doesn't help that a firetruck and a couple patrolcars race through the streets, passing in front of the motel and going west. The reason why is clear after a single glance:
There's a thick column of black smoke emanating from somewhere inside the Junkyard.
[ at the first sign of trouble, Hawks takes to the air. When he sees the smoke, he's going to head direct to the smoke stack. Is there anything noticeable from the air?]
[ Well, there's this sight here, Hawks. You'll also notice the scene is taking place near a rather high stack of junked cars, but let's save that for a little later, shall we? ]
[She wants to check all her birds in the area to see if they can notice anyone running away. They're outside, and smoke stack doesn't just start by itself, so there seems like a good chance. But then again, they might have flown the coop at the first sign of that. So someone who can look themselves, possibly more reliable.]
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[She wants to check all her birds in the area to see if they can notice anyone running away. They're outside, and smoke stack doesn't just start by itself, so there seems like a good chance. But then again, they might have flown the coop at the first sign of that. So someone who can look themselves, possibly more reliable.]
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