Lentz had, years previously, struck a deal with the farmer to use the wooden structure for long-term storage of some old machinery. It wasn't an accurate description of what she did with the place, but the farmer had never seemed all that interested in the details of her activities. She always checked on the barn when she returned to the UK, to make sure it was equipped and ready for her; today that care was going to pay dividends. She navigated the unmade road in the dim headlights of her twenty-year-old transit van: a vehicle that had once been white but was now several shades of dirty grey. Parking in the lane, she pulled out her phone and accessed a hidden wireless network. The barn's security system told her the site had not been disturbed. Removing a heavy key from her pocket, she undid the oversized padlock and let herself in, strip lights flickering on and illuminating the space. It was full of old tractors and other farm machinery, very little of it ever likely to work again. Lentz pushed aside a deceptively light tractor wheel, revealing a trapdoor, and descended into a space full of equipment that was not so out of date and considerably more functional.
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