Alice slowed; she had to check roof lines, windows, and doorways for gang members with bad attitudes and weaponry. Another corner, hard right, opening into a street filled with festering piles of garbage. Tires smoldered, choking black smoke veiled the uplit clouds to create a gray twilight. Alice paused, rubbed her chest, and considered her options. Slowly, the sounds of her movement masked by the crackling tires, she inched to the end of the road and kneeled. One, two. She snapped her head around the corner.