"This floor’s connected to an underground garage." Skater said, orienting himself to what he’d learned about the building. Low-wattage security lights painted gray stripes of illumination across the floor. While the ork had worked the portaphone to arrange invitations into the nightclub, Skater had been using the Eurowind’s small computer to download maps of the building provided by Archangel, which he’d used to plot routes for a hasty retreat. He counted doors, then went through.