Zeb, Abigail
On the Roof

The roof is flat, covered in tar paper and fine gravel. On the southern corner, there is a helpfully labeled stairwell. The door has no handle and cannot be opened from the outside without a shim (a flat hook shaped tool that can be slipped through the gap in a door to trip the latch).

Three long pyramid shaped skylights provide the warehouse with most of its natural light. At the moment, that's an ungenerous half moon worth of illumination.

On the warehouse floor below, you spy a folding table where three men in white tank tops are playing cards. One of them has a cheap wand on the table. The others have short swords.

A catwalk is mounted to the southern wall, twenty feet above the warehouse floor. There are six doors on the southern wall, likely leading to offices, more secure storerooms, and the stairwell. A man in a black suit with a trilby leans out over the railing, seemingly pensive. He has a gold watch that's easy to pick out even in the bad light. He converses with the fellow next to him, a man in a less expensive tweed suit who talks with his hands.

In the northern corner of the warehouse floor, there is a squat heavy lifting doll with a posture like an ape. It's painted bright yellow -- typical for industrial machinery. It isn't well armored, but it's robust enough to lift several tons. It's likely slow moving and may not be programmed to attack. Dolls made for industrial applications typically aren't, and it may be illegal for some dolls to have combat capabilities, but it's easy enough to find a mage willing to reprogram one on the lowdown.

In the shelves, a man is taking a nap atop several sacks of flour.

The fellow who was smoking flinches when Abigail gets between him and the moon. He doesn't cry out, but immediately snuffs his cigarette beneath his heel and hurries over to the control console. The open garage door hums to life and begins descending.

About that time, Gioani can be heard shouting in the side alley. The man in tweed and the capo reach into their jackets and pull wands from their holsters. They lean over the railing and look towards the door to the alley.

Giovani
Side Alley

No reply from inside the warehouse, but in the apartment building behind him, a dog starts barking. Its owner shouts, "Stai zitto!"

Constantine, Lavender
Moving south on the sidewalk by Spencer

The short street-facing side of the building is drab and devoid of windows or ornamentation with one exception. On the third floor, there is a single narrow window, which you guess sits level with the catwalk.

Everyone Else

The man who was having a smoke outside the garage door starts at something, stamps out his cigarette and moves inside. Soon after, the mechanical door begins to descend. You have 1 round before it closes!