The warehouse.

Dago thought the single light at the very top floor of the warehouse meant that someone was working late hours. He might have a bit to eat, if that was the case. Better yet, he might find the company he wanted. If they had a problem with it, he’d just hypnotize them and leave.

He approached the door to the warehouse and tried the doorknob. It opened easily. Dago thought that was pretty lax and kind of convenient. He hoped this wasn’t some horrible setup for some slasher film, which was a little bit ironic, when he considered what he was.

There wasn’t anyone in the large warehouse. There were a lot of wooden boxes that had shipping labels in a script that Dago didn’t understand. They were stacked very high and very neatly, like someone took very careful care of each and every one of them.

He moved away from the boxes and toward the back of the warehouse. He saw a ladder leading up to the light he must have seen, but he also saw a set of stairs leading down to a basement.