Amanda closed the door of her car and looked around. She had not been in this area for quite some time. It was a dead zone, little to nothing going on apart from homeless people trying to find a roof over their heads and junkies trading their goods. The people that came here were even lower and more desperate to survive than the ones in Harpend, and that was saying something.<br/><br/>She stepped into the warehouse, her eyes adjusting to the darkness of her new surroundings. Everything indicated that nobody had been here recently, apart from that light in the room upstairs. Either there was someone here right now, or someone had been here not too long ago. The overheading plane made it hard for her to identify any sounds that would be going on within the warehouse, which was a good thing. It meant they wouldn't hear her either.<br/><br/>Lieutenant Williams took the gun from her shoulder holster and removed the safety, her senses focusing on details and her body becoming sensitive to any threat. She was prepared for anything. Or well, at least that was what she hoped. She made her way up the sturdy iron stairs, grateful for the overheading plane to block out the sounds of her shoes on the metal steps. Every step she would take from now on could be heard, and it was hard to remain unseen in such an open spot. Yet she kept low and made sure she made as little sound as possible as she head towards the window, trying to get a glimpse of what was going on inside that lit room...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>