Evening at the New Orleans Docks
The Docks in Louisiana stretch for miles and miles along the coast of the Gulf of Mexico, forming a near unbroken chain of shipping and receiving and storage.

For the longest time, and still somewhat today, the docks on the Mississippi River were the gateway between the outside world's shipping and the rest of North America, stretching all the way up the United States and even into parts of Canada.

These days, they're less important, but no less a morass of warehouses and docks and ships. Most of them profoundly unremarkable than the rest.

Which, really, is part of the security.

There are three options for entrance. The big shipping entrance in the back, where trucks load and unload their cargo. The smaller personnel entrance in the front, where the manager and bean counters enter in the morning, their coffee still steaming, and for the truly adventurous, the skylight on the roof.

That'd probably involve some impressive gymnastics, though.

The warehouse is large for what it is, but somehow gives the impression of being deeper. But New Orleans is below the water table, so deeper is impossible.


Right?

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