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.
[What's going on here is that someone needs to be a bit more tidy. There's a trashcan attached to a column of the gas station, and there's a bit of something hanging over the rim]
...by the way, is there anything that smells off? Like a gasoline spill versus the normal smell of a gas station? He’s definitely keeping a nose out for that, all things considered.]
[It doesn't seem like anything was spilled here. There's the smell of gasoline in the air, but that's because it's a gas station. Nice?
A closer look to the trashcan shows it's already full, even though it's early in the day. Just from a glance you can find two items -- the one that's partly hanging, and a much larger object]
[You really may have to wash them carefully. The item you grabbed is an empty motor oil container. Nothing odd for a gas station, hm? Still...what's up with that?]
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...by the way, is there anything that smells off? Like a gasoline spill versus the normal smell of a gas station? He’s definitely keeping a nose out for that, all things considered.]
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A closer look to the trashcan shows it's already full, even though it's early in the day. Just from a glance you can find two items -- the one that's partly hanging, and a much larger object]
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...he’s gonna have to wash these gloves.]
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