Located on the outskirts of the city, not too far from the Commons Hotel.

This is one of those places most people just choose to ignore until they need it. The scrapyard is where cars, trains and heavy machinery go to die. An elephants graveyard for metal.

There has always been talk of cleaning it up, or removing it entirely. Turning it into a modern recycling center or a small airport. But for the last fifty years the rusting husks of machinery have just kept piling up.

These days it is surrounded by a high fence. One of those chain link jobs with strips of plastic to mostly block vision through the fence.

There is one large main gate where a monster of a man named simply 'Al' sits in a tiny booth to inspect whatever is coming in or going out. Al is not personable, Al doesnt like most people, and Al will let his pitbulls go at the first sign of trouble...

The scrapyard is dominated by the central crane. One of the magnetic cranes to drop metal into the large crusher unit. It is rarely used and beginning to rust itself, kind of like everything round it.