Anita pulls her own gun and crouches behind the car. After a three count, she moves quickly to the wall beside the door, staying low. She gives a little push on the door, and finds it opens easily. Not a good sign.

She slips inside, making sure that Ronnie follows before taking a look around. It's about the worst possible setup. A huge, empty space with no cover, overlooked by offices with smoky windows on three sides.

"Shit," Anita breathes, pressing her back against the outer wall and scanning the upper floor for any sign of movement.