Irony, whole other storyIt's peacefully quiet in the dusty building, and so far it hasn't been the house of horrors that I expected. I'm relaxed, but I keep to my training and carefully search the building. My goggles automatically switch to and from heat sensory mode and continue to count the distance from the jet. The distance continues to increase, but I don't worry. The building is moist and cool and feels great on my blistered skin. If I was a hybrid, I'd hide here too. I creep past a bathroom and catch a flash of tan. I flatten myself against the wall and pull a gun from my waist.That didn't show up on the radar.I peek around the door, gun first. A mirror