“Wow,” my eyes beheld the warehouse and it was a lot bigger than I’d thought. The parking lot was mostly empty. There was only an old Cadillac and a Buick near the door.
“There’s someone in there,” Charlie said.
“Ya, come on,” I edge him forward and we ran together.
“Look at this,” I said, pointing at the barrels.
“What is that? Grease?”
“Ya,” I smiled and winked. Fuel.
“That’ll burn nicely,” Charlie said, getting into the moment.
“You bet, fire-boy!” i giggled, “Look a window,” i ran toward it and pressed my nose against it, peering inside. Mostly shed in darkness, the warehouse was a holding-tank for wooden crates, grease drums and spare parts. “We have to get inside,” I commented.
“How?” Charlie twisted at a nearby door-handle. Locked.
My eyes fell to the caddy parked out front. Running, I took a turn at looking through the windshield. A flashing light blinked upon the dash. My grin made Charlie wonder.
“What?”
Picking up a large rock and tossed it in through the window.
The alarm was deafening. I giggled.