Send 'em here.
Our local police are so inept they managed to loose an Uzi when it popped out of the car boot. Some aul Granny picked it up, went for a shop with it in her bag then handed it in to a cop shop across the city.
So they can be just sort of set aside somewhere.
The building is an 18th century one with cellars under the city road, original 18th century windows and dampened 18th century oak. It has housed generations of dozens of families, the great rooms often broken down and shared by a dozen members of the same family at once. It's an old tenament - mostly kipple inside. There is electrical power, a mains water supply and heating is currently through lit fires only. You could probably remake the back half of Blade Runner in the place.
There's bound to be plenty of 'secure' places to hide things. Or sneak in and out.
Our local police are so inept they managed to loose an Uzi when it popped out of the car boot. Some aul Granny picked it up, went for a shop with it in her bag then handed it in to a cop shop across the city.
So they can be just sort of set aside somewhere.
The building is an 18th century one with cellars under the city road, original 18th century windows and dampened 18th century oak. It has housed generations of dozens of families, the great rooms often broken down and shared by a dozen members of the same family at once. It's an old tenament - mostly kipple inside. There is electrical power, a mains water supply and heating is currently through lit fires only. You could probably remake the back half of Blade Runner in the place.
There's bound to be plenty of 'secure' places to hide things. Or sneak in and out.
I love the smell of rotaries in the morning. You know one time, I got to work early, before the rush hour. I walked through the empty carpark, I didn't see one bloody Prius or Golf. And that smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole carpark, smelled like.... ....speed.
One day they're going to ban them.