Breaking Point by Kit Power

Author:Kit Power [Power, Kit]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: The Sinister Horror Company
Published: 2016-07-16T06:00:00+00:00

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My plan had simply been more reconnaissance, at first. I drove by the industrial park slowly, evaluating the parking area. I saw two things that were very encouraging. The first was that there were no CCTV cameras covering the parking area itself, though I noted cameras above the entrances of each business. This should mean no record of my vehicle. Even better, the back corner was not even lit – the streetlights either broken or powered down. Either way, it seemed to auger well for my enterprise.

I pulled in.

I parked up in the darkened area, the nose of my car facing the trees. My headlights showed the tree line would be easily passable on foot and I even caught a glimpse of a garage door through the foliage, suggesting that I’d successfully located the spot on Google Earth that seemed to indicate a cut-through from the car park. I checked my watch – six p.m. – and killed the engine and lights. I glanced around the lot, looking at the placement of the other vehicles. There were some, but all at the far end, under the lights and near to the business entrances. I had space and relative privacy.

My initial plan, to get the lay of the land as regards the parking, then return home, was already compromised by my decision to pull in, and it occurred to me that it might be better to strike immediately, tonight, and finish the matter. I considered it carefully and could not find a serious objection beyond my own nerves. I engaged the boot-release, then climbed out of the car. Looking around as casually as possible, I observed no onlookers as I claimed the carrier bags containing my earlier purchases and my tire iron. Opening the passenger door, I sat in the seat. I emptied two of the carrier bags into the third and then placed one bag over each foot. These I secured around my ankle using elastic bands. With one final check for observers, I took the remaining bag and tire iron into the tree line.

It was better than I’d dared hope. The area was wooded but passable, with no obvious footpaths. There were also waist-high tangles of brush and bramble that provided excellent cover. Placing myself behind a conveniently placed bush, I swiftly pulled on the trouser covers and jacket. Using the scissors, I cut crude holes for my eyes and mouth into the hat, then pulled it over my face to my chin. I had to trim the eye holes a little so that my peripheral vision was not impaired, but it was a job of seconds. I still felt calm within myself, but I noticed that my heart had begun to beat more heavily as I opened one of the big bags and placed the hat trimmings inside it, along with the remaining bags. I secured the scissors in the waistband of my trousers and the tire iron under the waterproof. A quick glance around confirmed this area had not had recent foot traffic, so I elected to leave the bag in the bush.

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