Front door.

You immediately head out towards the front of the building, package in hand. Two males come in through the glass doors. One is hispanic and the other is black. It looks like they have come from a really hard day at work. Tired as they are, they take no interest in you and courteously get out of your way. You now see the landlord, who is chinese. He is short with a bald spot on his head. You also see that he is gripping an empty whiskey bottle and immediately know that he is too drunk to even notice you. You head for the door.

You pull open the glass door and you courageously step out. You know in the back of your mind that it is almost half past 12 and the "Night Curfew" is in effect. That means that every two blocks or so, there is going to be a policeman on patrol.

You start in an alley that in the daytime serves as a market place for stalls and vendors selling things from fruit to fish and from guns to ****. Everybody is closed up, knowing that if one is caught during the curfew, he or she will soon be punished.

You take a quick but not pace up the alley, still alert for a patrol. Then you come to a fork in the alley. To the left is a wider alley, which a small car can actually fit. To the right is a thinner alley.