Without warning, the lights snap on. Brian covers his eyes briefly, then gets his first clear look at his surroundings and "Art." They’re standing in a narrow hallway that leads toward the back of the building. Art is about as tall as Brian, which makes him about average height, but he’s chunky, stout. There’s a kind of pitbull-something in his expression that hints he could be a dangerous man in a fight. Beneath the vest, he wears black fatigues stuffed into the tops of mil-style boots.