The acolytes take haste, rushing down the alley. They pass the back entrance to the market and the railing up to the fire escape, just as concerned voices start to take shape at the lip of the alley. The alley does indeed round the towering apartment complex, the pathing becoming a walkway entering onto a ground level pleasure terrace, complete with a clear blue 50 meter lounging pool, a currently unmanned marble cocktail bar, and a spacious grass field for playing Fezy Ball (a racquet ball based four person game favored by only the wealthiest elderly in Hapheastein). Because of the hour, the entire space is nearly empty, except for a pair of barely robed women sunning themselves by the pool. The two are clearly the benefactors of one too many rejuv treatments, their faces both smooth, yet lined with age. They seem to have heard nothing of the gunshots, or are perhaps too privileged to care, and barely pay any attention to the mob of Credit Guilders who come stumbling onto the terrace.

Though security cameras are abound, no one reacts to the acolytes. There appears to be two exits to the yard, though both appear to require some sort of card clearance (based on the black boxes next to the doors). The yard does feed back into the apartment complex; gold leaf-work cherubs adorn the onyx glass doors. And across the yard, it looks like there is a large enclosed multilevel parking garage, likely large enough to house over twenty personal vehicles.