A quick survey of the immediate area indicated that the warehouse had a rather flimsy padlock on it, while the storage units nearby were just as poorly secured.  The shops were all pretty low rent, but most of them seemed at least nominally in business, at least for pawnshops and neighborhood grocers.<br/><br/>The streets nearby were the sort of places one might expect to find a prostitute, and with a little luck, Elohim might just be able to get a place to sleep for the night and some currency out of the deal as well.  Of course, such efforts often ended in violence, and being used as the receptacle for a man's lusts wasn't exactly a pleasant prospect.  Not that police lockup was too bad of a way to spend the night, in comparison...<br/><br/>The local bridges were likely already occupied by this time of night, while the lounges and waiting rooms which could provide a good night's rest would likely be closed at this hour.<br/><br/><br/>Meanwhile, Dr. Ying calibrated his Geiger counter, detecting a trail.  He briefly got up to tell Dr. Tarington, only to be waved down by Ben.  "If the 'copter's a 'rockin, don't come a 'knockin."  He said simply, getting a slight blush from the former marine.