Devin jumped from shadow to shadow, trying to make his way quickly to the factory. He was close now. *It'll probally be locked lad, you might have to jack the door.* He thought quickly to himself. He was probally strong enough to bust one of the doors down, but that would make noise, and it would provied an entry for IT if it came back this way. *No, better jimmy it open.*<br/><br/>He scanned around quickly, noticing a couple thin pieces of metal in the middle of the street. He shot his glance down the road, making sure it was clear, then bolted for them, scooping up a few then hitting the shadows once again. He looked over what he had found. He took one of the sturdier pieces and jammed it into his makeshift club, making a makeshift blade. He then kept two of three other pieces to try and jimmy the door of the factory open.<br/><br/>Devin looked up. He was right there, only the street and a small field separated him from his destination. The fence around it was ragged and torn, so it would be an easy task to get through. He remembered someone once told him it was an old book binding factory, but he never headed suck things, it was shelter right now. He bolted, trying to make it across before IT returned.