A second concealed door led up from the sub-basement into the building that used to be the convent. Like the church, it was abandoned and boarded up—a candidate for demolition. We exited onto a street that was still dark, then crept away into the early morning. Behind us, in the direction of the church, the crak! crak! of a rifle cut the night. I guessed that the Azzie soldiers were trigger-happy, and shooting at shadows.