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We continued to drive, as mountains accompanied us with a few houses here and there, which is quite weird being the fact it was in the middle of nowhere. Maybe they were also secret facilities.

"Still checking for a white one-story house," Hans muttered as he glanced around. I didn't see much. There was a white two-story house, but I doubt Fulton got his information mixed up.

There was lots of trash in the streets, from soda cans to bags to a lot of things, which I fail to really understand how. Aren't there trash bins in your own home, but then again, France doesn't believe in air conditioning, or at least their buildings don't.

Soon enough, Brie shouted, "Over there!" Everyone leaned over to look, as we saw a white one-story building. It was made of white wood with a white roof. There was a wooden door that stood out from the bunch.