The elevator doors slide open. Stepping out, Kirkland glances to his right 
and his left, then immediately stops. Pandolfini stops, too. The corridor leading 
past the elevator is very short, no more than six, seven meters long. It’s a kind
of private entrance hall giving access to a pair of luxury condos. To the left of the elevator stand three men in dark gray, 
military-style body armor, complete suits, everything from helmets with 
reflective faceplates to semi-rigid chest protection to armored gloves and 
boots. Two of them hold short-barreled assault carbines. The third holds an SMG. 
Back the other way, to the right of the elevator, are two more in full armor 
carrying assault carbines.