Hammer demands more data, but for the moment Axle ignores that. His 
thermographic enhancement is showing him the reddish silhouette of a bipedal 
figure, slim enough to be a woman, climbing onto the lid of a garbage dumpster 
and then vaulting over the top of a chain-link fence. In another moment, he’s
got a radar lock-on and brings his light-intensifying lens to bear. That makes 
the alley look dusty and gray, like in the early evening, and the silhouette 
becomes a woman, tall and slim, in red-and black-striped facepaint and 
synthleather to match. She yanks on a door at the rear of the warehouse and 
disappears inside.