When we first enter the refinery, I’m gobsmacked. I’ve been inside a refinery before and was expecting to see an average, run-of-the-mill, factory. This refinery is on a whole other level than your average factory, though.
Everything is made of steel—so much so that I feel like I'm in some sort of sci-fi movie. The ceilings are impossibly high—if I had to guess, I’d say at least 20 stories. In the very center of the room is what looks like a large cauldron with fire bubbling in the center.
“That’s where they refine the steel,” Cole says to me, pointing at it.
There’s at least a dozen workers, all walking around on various levels, transporting things. They pay us no notice when we enter. I’m a bit surprised to see them here—I assumed the place would be empty.
“Didn’t you say this conver
