He looked over at the building adjacent to where they were and calculated

something in his head. Then he and Knox ran another ten yards down the alley.

 

When Puller saw the door he suddenly hurtled sideways and slammed his thick

shoulder into the wood. It gave under his two hundred and thirty pounds, the

lock broke off, and the door swung inward. He and Knox dove inside a split

second before a dozen rounds slammed into the exterior walls and through the

open doorway.

 

Puller kicked the door closed behind them and looked around.

 

They were in what looked to be an abandoned commercial building.

 

The space was empty except for some boxes, a few odd pieces of furniture, and a

lot of dirt and grime. The walls were brick and the windows were set high, their

exterior sides covered with rusted metal grillwork.

 

There was a light switch set next to the door. Puller tried it. The building had

no juice.

 

He took out a small but powerful flashlight and shone it around.

 

There was a door on the other side of the large space.