Alice set out after Xavi, then stopped and checked her gun. The Walther was great when she was undercover, but she’d been outgunned at the dock, and maybe Xavi had a point in his approach to munitions; in a stand-up fight, a cannon was more useful than something discreet. She tucked the Walther into her shoulder holster and opened the secure rear hatch of the car. The DNA sampler read her sweat before sliding back to reveal a variety of riot gear. She looked up to see that Xavi was almost at the warehouse entrance, so she grabbed a Beretta EMS riot gun and ran after him.