The trio raced out the back and down the alley toward the warehouse Charkarr had selected out of the dozen others like it nearby. At a side door, Guv Gnul picked the keypad lock in a second. The door snapped open with barely a hissed groan from age to let them inside.
Inside, the warehouse was draped in cobwebs and dust. Stains from age littered the walls and floor. Orange and blue crates, long forgotten by their original owners sat in silent witness to the newcomers.
On the far end a set of large loading doors were shut. Not far away a repulsor loading-lift sat, engine compartment open with its mechanical insides spilled over the floor. Evidence of a visit from a scavenger long ago. A few emergency lights sputtered overhead while sunlight streamed through yellow-stained windows.
Guv leaned against a nearby crate to catch his breath.
“I am wondering what your master has involved himself in, Spudnik,” the Ugnaught said thoughtfully. “One of those enforcers mentioned a tracker. Do either of you scan anything of the kind?”
Storyteller InstructionsCharkar, if you want to scan for any sort of tracker, roll a Search.