Zag squatted down and retied the lace on his left boot. "We both cased the place, then went up. We were only supposed to talk to him. but we came packing the heavy artillery because we didn’t feel good about the job. We got too much money for things to be easy. Anyway, a guy in a gas mask answered the door and pitched a tear-gas canister at us. Then somebody blew the door apart with a shotgun."