<strong>Carol Neathawk - Alleyway</strong><br/><br/>One more glance around, then she froze.  Creaking hinges had caught her ear, the slightest of motions had caught her eye.  She ventured deeper into the alley.<br/><br/>A door torn half off the hinges, interior deadbolt still on at the door, the groove the bolt had fit in torn right out of the door frame.  Oh boy.  She took a closer look at the ground, flashed her maglite briefly.  And of course, a spatter of blood drops led straight to a drain pipe by the door.  Some had climbed up, someone pursuing had taken the direct route.<br/><br/>"bloody hell."  Carol flipped open her cellphone, called Tanner, voicemail of course.  "Tanner, get back to the alley, I found a busted door and a trail of blood.  I'm going into the building.  Yeah, I know, but hey, it's me, what do you expect me to do?"  Get here fast."  She pocketed the phone, drew her 10mm and carefully, slowly began searching.  Which way up, somebody had climbed...stairs here, roof access most likely.  She could move like a ghost when she wanted, and she very much wanted to now.