The chain link fence surrounding the dead amusement park was falling apart.

The property owners, unconcerned about hooligans,

allowed them to sneak through the large, poorly hidden holes,

as long as nobody was caught playing on the dilapidated attractions.

Seth paced around the outside,

flicking his flashlight beam up and down around the ragged edges of a hole that had been rough cut by some wire cutters.

The bent and rusted ends suggested it had been done a while ago. Sabel and Harry came up behind him.

Harry, with his hands, stuck in his loose brown shorts, and Sable pulling her hair back to keep it from falling

into her face.

This looks like one we can fit through.

Seth whispered as he towed the ground near the hole.

Harry bent over and squinted, peering through the opening and adjusting his dark-framed glasses.

Not without getting tetanus.

Sable said back.

She kept her voice low, but they did not need to whisper, since they had yet to run into another soul.

There wasn't even a security guard, and Seth bet that the property's cameras weren't functional either.

I've had my shots, Harry said.

Which might be more than I can save for Seth.

Seth rolled his eyes.

It's almost ten, he said.

My dad is expecting me home by eleven.

Same.

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