The next day, starting early and with Mingin' Dave, Bert and Giggles in tow, Botty headed north: making sure to keep clear of anyone that might cause a problem or get in their way. The lads were convinced that Botty had finally lost it, but his current belief of his was unshakeable and they really wanted to know where this would lead. After about half an hour of carefully creeping through the Dorchester wilderness, they stood on an old railway bridge looking at the ruined Marabout Industrial Estate, "This is where, boys." Botty sounded very sure.
"You certain 'bout this? This place is a hole." observed Giggles.
"I said this is where and I bloody meant it." Botty snapped. "It's here someplace."
"So, what do we look out for then?" Dave asked. This whole thing had him unnerved.
"I don't bloody know yet do I? I'll know it when I see it. I think." A few doubts had snuck into Botty's mind but he wasn't about to back off now.
They headed down into the estate, looking at each building carefully. Then, about halfway down the hill, they saw it: the knackered sign proudly declared it to be "The Home of the Chomondley Techonotech Armoured Division".
"That's the place!" Declared the group's boss, "That's the place from the vish….vizsg…..Vision."
Giggles could only manage a "wow" as he looked upon the place. Whoever built it meant business and clearly wasn't a welcoming kind of person.
Bert looked somewhat uncertain, "I'm getting weird vibes from this place guys. They ain't bad vibes. Just weird."
This grabbed Botty's attention, "Whatcha reckons in there? Good stuff?"
"I dunno," was Bogbrush's unsure reply, "There is definitely something here, but I don't think it's the same sort of stuff as that place the other day. This feels…odd."
Dave put his oar in, "Looks like old military to me. Could be some old defences there that still work."
"Yeaaahh." Giggles was never much help in times like this.
Nodding slowly, Botty said, "Right. Let's take this slow. I ain't getting killed by some stupid ancient laser cannon. Not today anyway. There's something really good here."
Thus the ragtag group of grubby 'erberts made their slightly fearful way toward the huge building, expecting to be shot at by some automated gun turret.