He went around back, slinking through the narrow alleyway until he came to the rear entrance. Every other entrance had been sealed, with room left to allow only the barrel of a rifle to poke through the gap. The back was guarded at all times from the top floor, and as soon as he stepped into the meagre light of the lamp above the door, he heard the safety catch of a rifle being flicked off.
“I’m here to see Stella,” he said to the door.
“Identify yourself.” The harsh reply was muted by thick wood.
“Liberty.”
“You work for Jane!” He caught the motion of the guard raising the rifle to his shoulder, readying it to fire. “Give me a reason why I shouldn’t just shoot you.”
“Shooting me will do you no good. I can guarantee you that unless your guard friend up above is Stella, you won’t land a shot. I’m actually doing you a favour by asking for admittance. I could gain entry without much effort if I chose.”