In moments the skid steer appeared in the daylight, revealing itself to be a machine that was by no means new; in fact, it looked to Greyson like this skid steer had probably been one of the first to have ever rolled off an assembly line, as Greyson was pretty sure that skid steers hadn’t come into being until at least sixty years ago, but probably more forty to fifty years ago, as he’d not seen a lot of old ones of them like he’d seen old tractors, combine harvesters, and even construction tractors.
As many skid steers, this one was the golden yellow of a construction tractor, although Greyson could tell it was a tad faded, and that there were signs of long-faded black paint having been on the tractor to identify who had made it. It always surprised Greyson how quickly black paint could fade compared to any other colour, at least when it came to tractors.
Affixed to the front of it, just as Greyson suspected had been the case on Friday morning, was a set of pallet forks that, thanks to his open windows letting in more sound than would’ve ordinarily come through the walls and closed windows, he could hear were rattling, as they weren’t under load.
The skid steer turned and drove into the long, low building and idled within for a long time before it finally reversed out and headed back to the quonset. Greyson expected it to shut off and for Ayers and Andy to return, closing doors as they went, but instead, after a few moments in the quonset, the skid steer reversed out with a pallet on its forks, atop which was stacked at least another half-dozen pallets, which were taken into the long, low building, from which the skid steer emerged with empty forks in a moment before returning to the quonset where what Greyson had expected to happen the first time happened: the skid steer shut off, Andy drew the quonset doors closed, he and Ayers returned from the quonset to the long, low building, and Andy drew the door back to its usual position when the trio of them were outside working.
Greyson shifted his jaw. He doubted he was going to see much more ‘excitement’ for the rest of the day, and he wondered of those pallets had been brought to the long, low building for the purpose of loading more parts from future vehicles that would be dismantled onto, in order to load it all onto a flatbed trailer at two or three in the morning and take it somewhere. He’d have to see if any new vehicles were delivered to the property over the course of the week, and if the cycle was going to be about the business of repeating itself.
Honestly, he suspected it would, as if this place was a chop shop, it would constantly be about the business of dismantling stolen cars so that their parts could be sold illegally at profit for the thieves wherever illegal car parts were sold.
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