The Brooklyn address leads us to an abandoned warehouse.
"Why is it always warehouses?" Tony mutters as we approach. "Just once, I'd like criminals to meet in a nice café. Maybe a Starbucks."
In spite of everything, I almost laugh. "Harder to ambush people in a Starbucks."
"Fair point."
We're both armed, scanning for threats, fully expecting this to be a trap.
The warehouse door is unlocked.
Tony enters first, with his weapon raised. I'm right behind him, covering different angles as he had taught me.
The space is huge, quite industrial, and we saw abandoned equipment scattered around, giving it a perfect ambience for ambushing.
"We know you're here," Tony calls out. "Show yourselves."
Movement came from the shadows. Five people were stepping into the dim light filtering through broken windows.
They're not pointing weapons at us; we didn't expect that.
