Come on, Rad. Finally, he turns and gives me a signal. He looks relieved and I feel my features mimicking his as hope speeds my heart rate up a notch. He turns off the asphalt onto a beaten dirt road, and as we ride down, an old building comes into view. It’s slightly hidden behind some trees, providing us the perfect vantage point to scope the place out before we go in. We cut the engines and roll forward beneath the cover of the lush green trees. “See anything?” I ask Rad as we both climb off our bikes and look around. “Nope.” “You sure this is the same place from when you were a kid?” “Yep.” “Looks vacant, bro.” “Yeah, it does.” He sounds dejected. “Check that out,” I say, pointing to my right, past his head. “Fresh tire tracks.”
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