The warehouse was a low-slung building made of black corrugated metal. It was part of the ancient oil refinery outside; sludge-covered metal pipes snaked and twisted along the ceiling. Hendrix walked past the old offices and into the central area where Juju Pete sat watching the trid. The offices now served as bedrooms for him and his runners: Layla, who shared his bed, the dwarf decker Mole, and Juju, an ork mage who’d been wounded in the Giribaldi run.