"I’ll check the office out," Alice said. The spiral stairs creaked under her weight, the whole frame wobbling left and right as she inched upward, the riot gun locked to her shoulder. If she was going to booby-trap this building, she’d put it here—the office too juicy a target to resist. She crept up step by step but found nothing, so she entered the tiny room. It was stripped as bare as the main space, nothing left but an old plastic table and a Strength Through Unity poster taped to one wall.