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The leader paid no attention to them, either.
"Cover the back exit," he ordered the man with the needle-gun.
"Yes, sir."
The man with the needle-gun took off down a dark and grim-looking alleyway that smelled of body waste and garbage. A hand reached out--palm up--from a bundle of rags and cardboard as the man passed. A voice mumbled something unintelligible.
The man with the gun kept walking.
The beggar threw an empty jump-juice bottle at him. The bottle smashed into the pavement at the man's feet. He crunched calmly over the broken glass, continued into the noisome dark of the alleyway. He might have been less comfortable in his dangerous surroundings had he not been wearing full body armor beneath his nondescript suit.
The two men in front gave the third time to get into position. When a barely heard beep on a commlink informed them that he was ready, the two men mounted splintered and broken stairs--unquestionably the most dangerous obstacle they'd faced yet. Shoving open a rickety door, they walked inside the vestibule.
The leader took another careful look around.
"Security cam?"
"Temporarily out of order, sir," was the answer.
The leader examined the entry door.
"It's locked, sir. Modern system. The owner doesn't want any homesteaders. We could blow it .... "
The leader shook his head. He shifted the briefcase to his left hand, reached up, pressed the buzzer for 9e
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