A little more than two minutes later, the door on the loading dock swings 
open and out come Dana and Axle. Each is carrying one of Axle’s suitcases, and,
between them, the decker biff. Angel looks mostly unconscious, eyes like slits, 
head lolling. She stumbles and the three of them almost fall right off the
loading dock. Hammer curses. It’s another thirty seconds before the three are
finally into the van and sliding the side door closed. Hammer keys the engine 
and drives around the side of the building to the alley leading to the street.