So it was an early Spring morning...

In light of recent events, one of us has made it a personal goal to conquer the factory.

A black car pulls into a nearly-deserted park-and-ride at precicely 2:35 a.m.; its lone occupant bound and determined to make his way into the adjacent abandoned structure. The site has been scouted numerous times, and the north side looks like the best bet, but not on this night. It seems they're finally finishing an overpass, and four men are currently laying concrete a few feet away from a prime entry point.

Shit.

Unabashed, an explorer casually walks the perimiter, and makes his way under the skyway to determine accessibility to another previously scouted fence breach.
And a freight train is stopped right past the fence. An engineer and two linemen are walking the length of the train, doing whatever it is linemen do. Fifteen feet from a secondary fence breach.

Shit.

Okay... no problem. The dark figure moves across the street, and makes his way to the southern extent of the property. He can still hear the rumble of the train's diesel engine, but it's at least a hundred yards away. No one will notice one guy, dressed in black, quietly working towards his goal: entry to what has become the new holy grail of abandoned properties.
The third and final scouted entry is clear, but it's the most difficult of the three. A 9-foot barbed-wire fence. The barbed-wire is pulled down, and the fence is broken, but the location is super secluded, so with much difficulty, a determined explorer fumbles over the fence, and is surprised.
There wasn't a used car lot here before.
100-some cars, all foreign (Volvos, Mercedes, Jaguars, Volkswagons), sit at the south loading dock.
Quietly, the sole explorer works through the automobile graveyard (the cars are obviously non-functional), and climbs up to the loading dock. Takes some pictures. Finds a ladder to the roof (well, the roof of the dock at least; the ladder to the roof of the factory has been removed), and tries to work back to the north side of the property to find a way in, but to no avail. Peeks around a corner, and the train engine (and the linemen), are now only 40 feet away, but neither looks in the direction of the factory, and neither notices the silent figure moving across the property, searching in vain for a suitable entry point to the building itself.

But...

The explorer looks up, and sees a camera.

Shit.

The explorer almost instantly hears sirens.

Shit.

Two police cars pull up to the south end of the fence, and two police officers open the padlocked gate, and begin sweeping the area with their flashlights.
Luckily, no dogs this time.

The explorer quickly and quietly makes his way back to the lot, and hides in the open trunk of a dilapidated Mercedes Benz.
And he waits.

And waits.

The cops spend 20 minutes searching the area, and pass within inches of the Benz numerous times, but cannot locate their trespassing suspect, and leave empty-handed.

Ten minutes after they leave, the explorer heads back over the fence (and tears the lining of an overcoat doing it), but once over, notices a news van parked on the sidewalk, and a 20-something videographer staring at him.

Um....

An awkward silence...

The only words the explorer can muster are: "Soooo... what's going on here???"

The videographer says, "uh, they're changing the on-ramp to I-25..."

Explorer: "Oh... cool."

And he casually walks on, back to the park-and-ride; and the safety of the black car waiting for him...