The orange signs of the Public Storage place are visible from about a mile and a half out; it gives James and Dizzy plenty of opportunity to scope the place out on their approach:
The access road is quiet today, with Dizzy's bike the only traffic in sight at the moment. The lot is contained with a black, wrought iron fence about eight feel tall and tipped with tiny spikes. Looking between the rows, it looks like maybe eight, maybe ten people are in the lot right now--hiding stuff away in dark rooms so they have the space to go out and get more stuff.
The front of the complex is sealed up with an automated gate; an electronic keypad is set nearby so people can punch in their code. Which raises the question: how are these two getting in?