___Lumen____
The street is pretty much deserted as you turn left off the boulevard, the only soul to be seen is an old hobo, rummaging through a bin on the far side of the junction. Only a few of the streetlights actually work, casting a weak and irregular lighting pattern on the empty roadway.
As you look up to the sky you see that the last vestiges of daylight have fully retreated into the night and a cool chill hangs in the air, your warm breath clouding in front of your face as you tuck your hands into the warmth of your coverall's deep pockets for respite.
Alleys branch left and right between each tenement block, most boarded up with sagging roofs and smashed windows.
Years of grime and pigeon shit line every surface of the buildings, their old sandstone walls misshapen due to exposure to years of acid rain.
You can see the target building on your right clearly as you walk past it and duck into an alley, making sure to keep out of the hobo's sight.
The alley stinks of piss and is littered with years worth of rotting cardboard, uncollected waste, broken bike frames and probably a whole host of other things you wouldn't want to stick your hand in.
Overcoming your natural revulsion of the smell, you duck behind a pile of torn and leaking rubbish bags that are large enough to obscure most of your body and slip the thermo goggles on.
You barely even notice the whine of the amplifier as your world turns to shades of the rainbow.
At this range, parts of roof of the target building glow a bright yellow. You can see attempts have been made to shield the heat signature, but it was clear and there for you to see that something was running hot on the roof of an otherwise cold building.
Slipping the goggles back into your pocket you dial up your image enhancement, getting a look at the building itself.
The building is slightly set back from the pathway and the road, a small thin path leads to the front door of the tenement, flanked either side by what was once a garden (it is now badly overgrown) the overgrown shrubs block a lot of your view of the pathway. The front door is in a decent condition, but the windows on the lower floor are smashed up, a couple of boards nailed over the windows as a haphazard token-gesture to patch the holes.
You can't see any obvious security devices at this range and in the darkness but common sense tells you they wouldn't be daft enough to leave something important unguarded.