Finally rolling up back near the warehouse, Huck flags down the car, passing on directions to Gibbon for which brownstone is the gangs.
It is pretty easy to spot right now, with one of the corner brownstone's walls having a large hole. Luckily the hole isn't accompanied by the twisted and charred remains of gangers, so it seems the room was empty when the whisper explosives went off.
Two Orks are guarding the hole, while a 20-something human sits on the steps leading to the front door, keeping an eye out behind AR mirror shades. The AR Spam in the area is, believe it or not, even higher than the high-streets in downtown. Unlike the usual tailored adverts, this is a jumble of anything and everything, Pulse can immediately tell it is a smokescreen to help obscure the gangs Matrix activities from casual AR users.