The five men loped across the open ground of the parking area, senses alert for any signs of a trap or that their approach was noticed in any way by someone in the darkened building. There was nothing, no sign of movement or light from the windows, no chatter from hidden sentry guns or hunting cries from any magical beasts that might be guarding the facility. The place seemed to be as Hammer’s connections had described, a low-key facility relying heavily on being too small and unknown to be of much interest to anyone. Any security the Hammermen had to worry about would have to be inside.