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Those intricate mountains that were the Pyrenees, the large wooded areas were a perfect ecosystem to hide things, for illegal activities carried out in old houses far from the towns, the closed nature of the people also made things easier, no matter how conspicuous the bikers were, if they did not bother the nearby town no one would notice them if they went or frequented an old Masia, each one with his life and his things, that was the spirit of old Catalonia.

Pablo parked the van at the entrance of the farm, there was no special protection, nothing that distinguished it from any other rural farm, it had been difficult for him to reconstruct the location only from the memories of the Alpha, but it was clear to him that the nearby town was Pobla del Lillet and the landscape that could be seen from the entrance of the farm. The women were locked up, they did not need guards, when the whole club moved to make an exit they left the houses alone.