At the thought, Stella Sterling felt a thrill of excitement. 'I might just find something unexpected today.'
'Secrets are good. Secrets make things worth searching for. The bigger the secret, the more exciting the find.'
Stella Sterling opened every single metal drum. After confirming that the twenty to thirty barrels in the office area were all filled with gasoline, she took every last one, storing them all in her space.
'The more of this stuff, the better.'
After stashing the gasoline, she turned her attention to the pitiful few desks—only three or four of them—in the office area.
She searched them meticulously but found that the desks and chairs were probably just for office work. They were completely ordinary, with no surprises.
On one desk were a few gnawed-on chicken bones and a half-empty bottle of soda. There wasn't any other food to be found.
There were, however, several cartons of cigarettes strewn casually on the desks.
