Tikki follows the boy through a door at the rear of the kitchen, and into a 
narrow, garbage-strewn back alley. The boy knocks on a metal door of a building 
opposite the restaurant, three knocks, then two more. The door opens. Tikki 
follows the boy through the doorway, down a dimly lit hall, through a room 
jammed with piles and carts of clothing, through another room occupied by a 
dirty man seated at a worn wooden desk, down another hall, through a door, then 
down a wooden stairway. The air at the bottom of the stairs smells of guns, 
gunpowder, and the assorted oils and other chemicals used to clean and maintain 
guns.