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would be using it ever again. Because when he found the drive way leading up and out of it, he found not only the roller chain fence down and locked, but the ramp itself blocked with what looked like part of the building's roof. No one was getting out through it. There was light inside though, shining out through the rubble. Clearly someone was home.
     
    Inside the building he didn’t find anyone waiting. But he'd expected that. The gang had set guards upstairs just in case someone came, and when he'd opened fire on the first one, the others had come running from the other buildings. Those below clearly hadn't heard the battle. The chances were that they had no idea what was happening. That gave him an edge. But only if he used it correctly.
     
    It began with half a dozen smoke canisters. They were too big to fit through the gaps in the roller fence, but he could set them off against it and watch the smoke billow in. Air was flowing in the right direction underground, suggesting that while everything else was dead and decaying, the ventilation system still worked down there. It would have to or the gang wouldn't be able to stay there.
     
    After that it was simply a matter of going inside, taking position and waiting for them to come up. Fortunately he had a perfect position. The building was exactly like the first one with the single exception that there was a basement. And there was a stairway leading down to it housed in a four by six yard concrete block structure. It was simplicity itself to simply take up position on the outside of that structure, peering around the corner at the open space in front of it. Soon he knew, worried slavers from the basement would be rushing up the stairs thinking there was a fire outside. They would come flying out of the stairwell door and run straight out into the open. And just to be sure they wouldn't put up too much of a battle, he tossed a tear gas canister just in front of the doorway and pulled down his mask.
     
    His trap worked perfectly. The first two men came running out at high speed thinking there was a fire somewhere, and immediately ran into the cloud of gas that had filled the ground floor. They never had a chance. He shot them both in the groin as they stumbled around wiping their eyes, their weapons forgotten. After that while they lay on the ground crying out in pain and when he'd made sure that no more were coming up the stairwell, he kicked their weapons away and then kicked both of them in the head. It wasn't what he would have done as a cop. Instead they would have been arrested and carted off to the cells to await trial. But he wasn't a cop. He was alone. And they wouldn't be causing him any more trouble.
     
    Five down now he figured. Perhaps three more left. Maybe more. Either way the odds were shifting in his favour.
     
    But anyone in the actual stairwell would have heard the blasts. He was sure of that. And anyone who had, was now taking up positions below. Preparing for him. After all they would also have come running out if they hadn't. And that meant that it was time for phase two of his plan. A phase that began with him stepping out in front of the stairwell, cracking open the door a fraction and then rolling three tear gas canisters through it.
     
    They rolled and then clattered as they found the stairs and fell down them, spraying their gaseous contents everywhere as they did so. The sound they made was greeted by the sound of at least one assault rifle spraying bullets as whoever was below tried to kill him. As he'd expected someone had been left in the stairwell to guard things. But that was alright. They'd left themselves with one other weakness. They had light below.
     
    It was the work of seconds to open the door once the assault rifle had stopped and rush through, keeping his head down and then aim at the fluorescent lights in the ceiling. Once they went dark, the only light coming in was from the window in the heavy door connecting the stairwell