The cool Autumn air blows as Milton and Wei Lin make their way across town to the industrial district. A small spattering of rain falls; cold, to those who still feel it, and foreboding to the superstitious sort. The night is still young, and the graveyard shift has just begun.

The factory is large, covering roughly 20 acres between the building and outdoor areas. There are standard gates for employee entry on the west side of a fence along the perimeter, as well as a security gate for others who may need to visit the plant. The employee gates are tall turnstiles, which appears to be unlocked with a keycard. The security gate is set up like a toll booth, with an arm that raises and lowers just passed a small shack; most likely occupied by a guard of some sort.

It is up to Milton and Wei Lin on how they proceed.