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.
[ Yes, actually. You'll find, a little ways off, what appears to be an unfinished radio. Screws and parts and everything, like someone was just working on it. ]
[Well this is... a thing. Olympia's not really familiar with this kind of equipment, but it all definitely looks related. Maybe she'll just... gather it up.]
[ Maybe someone else will know just what it is. That's not the only thing in this area, though. There's one more point of interest, right near the radio:
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Anything else here, or is that about it?]
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A mark on the ground, thin and deep. ]
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