Corpses, explosions...
When these elements presented themselves, Dean knew they were a step too late.
Or rather, the moment they learned of this illicit workshop, they were destined to witness this scene.
The fire was a terrifying spectacle.
Dean stood at the front of the car, letting the scorching wind buffet his face. His eyes, reflecting the crimson glow of the fire, narrowed slightly as he muttered, "There's a mole tipping them off!"
Everything had happened too coincidentally, too suddenly. There had to be external forces influencing all this!
...
Dean looked at the firefighters who had arrived. They were smoking and joking, showing no intention of entering the inferno. He then turned to the thin man examining a body beside him and greeted him, "Holz, long time no see."
