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It sounded like the chug of a small engine. As it echoed around the buildings, it was impossible to try and determine its direction. It got louder and louder and I was reminded of JonDoe's original warning about security travelling around on a small motorbike or car. Was someone coming? We were out in the open and could clearly be seen.

I ran around behind a pipe and crouched, scanning the road for the arrival of something. Marlon, on the other hand, was nonplussed. "What?"

The noise got louder then gradually died away. Cautiously I emerged from my hiding place to find Marlon looking at me quizzically.

"What?"
"That noise."
"What noise?"
"That engine noise – hang on..."

The sound rose up again, and again I found myself crouching in the gravel, trying to find some hiding place amongst the giant hollow pipe sections and small walls. If only it was summer; the foliage would've hidden us well but this bare leafless scrub wasn't going to help. I imagined a security patrol emerging at any moment but from where? It was impossible to figure out the sound's direction.

Eventually with nothing appearing on the horizon and the noise still circling, I decided on a different hypothesis. "I wonder if the noise is one of those model aircraft enthusiasts buzzing the place."

Marlon shrugged and I suggested moving on. What ever that noise was, it wasn't coming after us. Quickly we moved south and further into Pyestock.

Discarded pipes to the south of Number 10 Exhauster.
24|03|07 © Simon Cornwell 2007