"It cannot be much further..." Cymitia whispered, and she would find that the statement was true. The group had entered some sort of industrial complex--factory buildings rose around them, though most of them at this point were abandoned due to the HGV making the buildings into a camp to hold their unlucky captives. A nearby ditch held a stream if water between its concrete walls, a sort if drainage system. A pipe could be seen leading from out underneath the factories, and crouching outside, a group of people awaiting them, just as Alexander had promised. Cym glanced ahead, a bridge lead across the drainage ditch, a checkpoint set up at the end. It didn't appear that the men posted at the checkpoint had spotted them, and Cym ushered everyone quickly into the ditch. It was around 15 feet deep, a bit if a fall that was taken with caution by each to ensure they did not land awkwardly and injure themselves.
Their group headed to the others, each whispering quietly as they spoke. The drizzle had cleared but with the arrival of night it mattered little. "We have mapped out our route into the prison, the most secure one has been chosen." one of the men explained without introduction. "The prison should be in lights out at the moment, the prisoners are sleeping in their cells."
