Mage or not, it’s killing time. They owe it to Dog Bite and to themselves, if
they’re gonna earn the rest of their pay. Striper obviously knows they’re here.
They’ll just have to be careful. Hammer motions Mickey toward the hall, and
follows, a step at a time, up the hall to the stairs. The infrared trace is 
gone, faded into the air, but the reddish blotches on the floor show that the 
cat, or whatever it was, went through the door marked Warehouse, which now 
stands wide open. Mickey crosses to the far side of the doorway. Hammer sets 
himself to provide covering fire, then motions Mickey inside.