They had not long left Alistair's house when he told Storm there was something he should take a look at. It wasn't going to be a long detour and they wouldn't be getting out of the car. He had turned off the highway, soon after reaching the outskirts of the city. “We need to be very discreet. Best to look like we live around here.”
“Wagonshaks Incorporated is an international company used by the government to set up and service emergency shelters—and—internment camps.”
“You mean those emergency camps for homeless and the refugees, don’t you?”
Alistair pointed his finger at Storm. “That’s what they’ve been telling us. But they’ve been popping up along main trunk lines for the last couple of years. Mostly using the old brick storehouses built early last century. Observant workers taking the train might have noticed signs warning people off hanging off razor wire. High narrow grid non-climbable fences. If there were really paying attention they’d see the security cameras pointing inwards and not outwards as you'd expect if they were to protect those inside.” …show more content…
The train speeds past those places.”
“The newer camps are built away from the public eye. Want to take a look at one?”
“Okay,” Storm replied without enthusiasm.
Alistair turned off onto a side road. After several minutes of driving, they could see truck yards, factories, and tall container sheds. Much of it stood derelict. Entire sections of land consisted of little more than charred, broken, and twisted wreckage. The remains of catastrophic fires over time, untouched still.
“See that?” He pointed a finger. “Take a look.”
Storm saw a road ran toward a collection of tents. Towers marked each corner of the perimeter fence. He could make out dark figures looking over rows of white tents, and among the rows he could see people moving
“Wagonshaks Incorporated is an international company used by the government to set up and service emergency shelters—and—internment camps.”
“You mean those emergency camps for homeless and the refugees, don’t you?”
Alistair pointed his finger at Storm. “That’s what they’ve been telling us. But they’ve been popping up along main trunk lines for the last couple of years. Mostly using the old brick storehouses built early last century. Observant workers taking the train might have noticed signs warning people off hanging off razor wire. High narrow grid non-climbable fences. If there were really paying attention they’d see the security cameras pointing inwards and not outwards as you'd expect if they were to protect those inside.” …show more content…
The train speeds past those places.”
“The newer camps are built away from the public eye. Want to take a look at one?”
“Okay,” Storm replied without enthusiasm.
Alistair turned off onto a side road. After several minutes of driving, they could see truck yards, factories, and tall container sheds. Much of it stood derelict. Entire sections of land consisted of little more than charred, broken, and twisted wreckage. The remains of catastrophic fires over time, untouched still.
“See that?” He pointed a finger. “Take a look.”
Storm saw a road ran toward a collection of tents. Towers marked each corner of the perimeter fence. He could make out dark figures looking over rows of white tents, and among the rows he could see people moving