The tyres of his car made a crunching sound against the gravel as he pulled up to the abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town.
“I’ll only be gone for a few minutes.” Wade said to his driver Matthew as he stepped out of the car.
He paused and took a deep breath of the cold air, adjusted his tie and then began to walk toward the entrance of the warehouse.
The rusty sign above the entrance barely hung on, and it spelled out “Bradford Manufacturing” in faded red letters. It was a place that had been forgotten by time, which made it perfect for what was about to go down. Matthew was parked a few yards away, and the headlights cast eerie shadows across the broken windows of the warehouse.
As he stepped across the threshold, he could hear muffled noises and sounds of rattling, no doubt
