Digger sat in the cab of a truck as he backs a trailer into the open door of the old abandoned warehouse. Once inside he steps out of the truck and looks around, "Yep, this place is pretty shitty." he says. And to be honest, its true it is indeed shitty. The place is rundown. It hasn't been maintained for some time. The floor is covered with dirt and dibree, most of the walls windows are broken out, and over all it just looked, well, shitty.
The city was preparing to have the place torn down if it didn't sell in auction. But Digger snatched it up after paying a visit to the other side. There was a locus here, and a spirit willing to work with them. So all in all, this place was a Alpha's dream. Not to mention that it had plenty of space for all the stuff that his pack was interested in. Skaald could have a workshop, Sin and D could have a indoor gun range, sound proofed to keep the pesky neighbors away. Dale could set up a gym area and John could do some kind of library or something. Good part about his beta is, he is versatile.
So anyway, D makes his way to the trailer and begins unloading sheets of 3/4 inch plywood and various other lumbers. Thankfully as well, his pack could do most of the interior work themselves. And the other good part about his place, the roof, and the skylights, were all still in good condition.
So after all the inspections by building managers, electricians and what not, the Warehouse was deemed usable. That's the good part about these old buildings. No matter how cosmetically shitty they end up looking, the frame, the Iron, nothing was wrong with it. And the foundation was solid. All very good things. Now what they needed was some work to get done, and one thing Digger loved besides motorcycles, cigarettes, alcohol, guns, and pussy, is a hard days work.
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