The corridor and lobby beyond held a bank of elevators and the doorway to the stairwell. A thick, bluish haze like a bad afternoon in Los Angeles hung over the area, obscuring the elegant corporate decor. The corridor was littered with the prone bodies of eight guards wearing the same uniforms as the ones the team had taken out near the side entrance. A few of the men had small filter-masks on, but the masks had been useless against a threat that didn’t come from a gas-grenade.