Sam paid the driver and stepped from the cab. He still stood a distance from the old military firing range. He watched the taxi drive away and walked the remaining distance, just as Stringer had instructed. He entered the range from the end opposite the main gate, not an easy task, requiring him to scale a high, cyclone-wire fence. The fence was in a poor state of repair, due to many years of exposure to the harsh Top End climate, and obvious lack of routine maintenance. Albeit leaning outwards in some places and inwards in others, it still stood, and presented a formidable obstacle to overcome.
As instructed, he scrambled awkwardly over the fence, and crouched momentarily in the long grass on the other side. Eventually, he made his way cautiously through a narrow but dense stand of stunt
