Ahead, Triangle Square spread out before Ross. With seeming unconcern, he glanced right and left.
Still no one in sight.
Shifting the rock Veta had picked up for him to his right hand, Ross paused long enough to work the bak into a comfortable position.
With cool deliberation, then, he stepped back and hurled the rock with full force at the nearest of the two warehouse windows.
A crash. The window shattered.
Ducking close, Ross kicked away the shards along the sill. A quick, wary step, and he was over it and inside the warehouse office ... fading back into the nearest corner.
Somewhere close at hand, a latch clicked. A black oblong opened in the wall across the room.
Ross went down on his haunches. Deftly, he slid the bak out away from him, along the floor.
Six-plate-rimmed feet made small, slithering sounds as the creature darted through the darkness.