While Princess did her data searching, Smiley's drones surveyed the premises.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">   From above, Ortega Biochemical proved to be a servere, F shaped building on a square khilometer lot.  The lot was surround by a cheap chain link fence with some barbed wire to secure the cars, the only serious nod to security on the outer perimiter was the fact that there was only one gate.  <br/>   Aparent entrances were the hellipad on the roof at the top of the F, the truck acess at the bottom, and the employ acess between the two arms.  <br/>   Smokestacks in the arms of the F sugested that there were cooking vats to be found there.  <br/>   Employees lounged about in the courtyard between the arms of the F, smoking, talking, stretching their legs and playing on their coms.  The building iddn't have windows, but the courtyard offered green lawns and a few beds of rich, collorful pansies.  </div></div><br/>"I don't have any Spanish," Lace replied.<br/><br/>"We probably should avoid Sonya's place, but Ogrin invited us to a safehouse, not where he lives, right?"